"Her Excellency, -will she have the politeness," said Daphne slowly, reading from a tiny Italian-English phrase-book, "the politeness to"-She stopped helpless. Old Giacomo gazed at her with questioning eyes. The girl turned the pages swiftly and chose another phrase. "I go," she announced, "I go to make a walk." Light flashed into Giacomo's face. "Si, si, Signorina; yes, yes," he assented with voice and shoulders and a flourish of the spoon he was polishing. "Capisco; I understand."
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"Her Excellency, -will she have the politeness," said Daphne slowly, reading from a tiny Italian-English phrase-book, "the politeness to"-She stopped helpless. Old Giacomo gazed at her with questioning eyes. The girl turned the pages swiftly and chose another phrase. "I go," she announced, "I go to make a walk." Light flashed into Giacomo's face. "Si, si, Signorina; yes, yes," he assented with voice and shoulders and a flourish of the spoon he was polishing. "Capisco; I understand."
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