"Hi--his--father is d--dead, and has left him--a--fortune." "Don't blubber, Lou," said the boy, chidingly; "in that case your dago friend is as well off as need be.

But I suppose you're afraid the no-account Count won't figure his life is worth thirty thousand dollars.
It does seem like an awful price to pay for a foreigner." "It isn't that," said Louise, striving to control her emotion.

"He says he hates to be robbed.

He wouldn't pay a penny if he could help it." "Good for the Count! I don't blame him a bit," exclaimed Beth.

"It is a beastly shame that free born Americans should be enslaved by a crew of thieving Sicilians, and obliged to purchase their freedom!" "True for you," said Kenneth, nodding.