Lucia Rudini: Somewhere in Italy

e were so many of them, in fact, that Lucia at first had difficulty in finding a place to

apart that not only did the air and light enter between the cracks, but it

aimlessly, but by watching them closely, especially the guard

t fell into marching order and waited at attention. Then the officer who had ordered

en filed past the door he handed each one a pick and shovel. When they had all received them, and Lucia

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hotly. She was very angry, and she determined not to reply now at any cost. She shook

looked at he

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small black head, and

no more sulking. If you won't answer me of yo

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found this girl?" the Capt

ut of sight with his pick and shovel by now, and in all probability would not

unmolested at a little distance from the shed, saw Lucia and came bounding over to her. In h

a smile, but she put her arms aro

e Captain demanded, puffing a little

her heels in an ecstasy of joy and sent the soft

the soldier could obey, he withdrew the order. "Tie her

r, unwilling to play a friendly game of tag; it was her favorite sport and she was very proficient in it. When the big soldier would come within reach of her, she

were doing and made an admiring circle; even the Captain had to smile. Lucia

he side lines. The Captain saw an opportunity to amuse his men, and perhaps end their

fun of the chase wore off for Garibaldi, and she became angry. She had a little trick of butt

id not have horns, her head was very, very hard indeed, and she was afraid that some one o

h her," she

then," the Ca

y at the men, and tied the rope that one of them handed to her around the goat's neck. One of the soldiers pointed to a tree behind the

e shed. The tree to which the goat was tied was on the edge of

other than the little river that flowed below the west wall of Cellino, and right under the windows of the Convent. If she could only get away, it would be an easier matter to go back that wa

one of the soldiers pointed to the open door. She nodded and walke