10/14 "From your appearance I should have said you were German--most of the foreigners who visit Valedolmo are German." "Well, I'm not," he said shortly. "I'm American." "It is a pity my father is not at home," she returned, "_he_ enjoys meeting Americans." A gleam of anger replaced the embarrassment in the young man's eyes. He glanced about for a dignified means of escape; they had him pretty well penned in. Unless he wished to reclimb the wall--and he did not--he must go by the terrace which retreat was cut off by the washer-women, or by the parapet, already occupied by the girl in white and the washing. He turned abruptly and his elbow brushed a stocking to the ground. |