IN A WINTER CITY. .371
Eocca instead. Oh, didn't you know it?—he
reached Palestrina two days ago very iU with
marsh fever. It is fever and cholera and ague
and aU sorts of dreadful things aU together.
Isn't it odd?—to have escaped aU that danger
in SicUy, and then get this in the swamps
coming back? Nobody knew it tUl late last
night, when his steward got frightened, and
sent in for the physicians.. He is very bad, I
beUeve—not likely to Uve. You know they go
down under that—sometimes ia twenty-four
Lady HUda seemed to reach her at a single
step, though the distance of the room was
" Is that true ?■—or is it some jest?"
Madame Mila, appalled, looked up into her face.
" It is ti'ue, quite true. Oh, Hilda, take your
hand off; you hurt me. How could I teU you
would care about it like that."
" Is it true ? ** muttered her cousin again.
"Indeed, indeed it is,** she whimpered
trembUng. " Oh let me go, you spoil my lace.
If you ■•ared for the man like that, why didn't
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