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projected harbour branch of the line in the least.She stopped the carriage before the door to reassure atonce the old Genoese, who came out bare-headed and stoodby the carriage step. She talked to him in Italian, of course,and he thanked her with calm dignity. An old Garibaldinowas grateful to her from the bottom of his heart for keepingthe roof over the heads of his wife and children. He was tooold to wander any more.‘And is it for ever, signora?’ he asked.‘For as long as you like.’‘Bene. Then the place must be named, It was not worthwhile before.’He smiled ruggedly, with a running together of wrinklesat the corners of his eyes. ‘I shall set about the painting ofthe name to-morrow.’‘And what is it going to be, Giorgio?’‘Albergo d’Italia Una,’ said the old Garibaldino, lookingaway for a moment. ‘More in memory of those who havedied,’ he added, ‘than for the country stolen from us soldiersof liberty by the craft of that accursed Piedmonteserace of kings and ministers.’Mrs. Gould smiled slightly, and, bending over a little,began to inquire about his wife and children. He hadsent them into town on that day. The padrona was better inhealth; many thanks to the signora for inquiring.People were passing in twos and threes, in whole partiesof men and women attended by trotting children. A horsemanmounted on a silver-grey mare drew rein quietly in theshade of the house after taking off his hat to the party in the