The first that may be found, provided he be a Franciscan, and a priest likely to have bowels for lovers in haste." "Don Camillo Monforte, the heir of an ancient and great line, does not wive with so little caution.

Thy false tongue has been trying to deceive me, Gino; but long use should have taught thee the folly of the effort.
Unless thou sayest truth, not only shalt thou not go to thy errand, but here art thou prisoner at my pleasure." "I may have told thee what I expect will shortly happen, rather than what has happened.

But Don Camillo keeps me so much upon the water of late, that I do little besides dream, when not at the oar." "It is vain to attempt deceiving me, Gino, for thine eye speaketh truth, let thy tongue and brains wander where they will.

Drink of this cup, and disburden thy conscience, like a man." "I would that thy father would make the acquaintance of Stefano Milano," resumed the gondolier, taking a long breath, after a still longer draught.

"'Tis a padrone of Calabria, who oftentimes brings into the port excellent liquors of his country, and who would pass a cask of the red lachryma christi through the Broglio itself, and not a noble of them all should see it.