Chapter 14 Chapter 5 A Few Accidents
However, the Doctor was not in such a hurry to leave Gravosa as Mrs. Bathory thought.He wanted to help his mother, but failed, so he decided to try to help his son.Pierre Bathory is excellent in his studies, but he hasn't found a suitable job so far. Maybe he won't refuse the doctor's help!Recommend him a position that matches his talent and surname, this is not a charity!This is just the reward this young man deserves.
However, Paulik had already said that Pierre had gone to Zara on business.
However, the doctor was impatient, and he wrote a letter to Pierre that very day, saying only that he would be honored to receive Pierre on board the "Savarena" and that he would be interested in a proposal for him. suggestion.
The letter was delivered to the Gravosa post office, and all that was left was to wait for the young engineer to return.
The Doctor waited patiently on the yacht, more reclusive than ever. The "Sawarena" is moored in the middle of the port, and the crew never disembarks, so it is as isolated as it is moored in the Mediterranean or the Adriatic Sea.
The oddity of the matter was such that it left curious minds, journalists, and others in no mood to give up their attempts to interview the legendary man, even though none of them were allowed to board the equally legendary yacht.Since Burscade and Matiff had "freedom of movement," the reporters tried to wring words out of them that could be of great use in the papers.
We know that Burscade was a jovial fellow brought on board--with the doctor's consent, of course, it goes without saying.If Matiff is as majestic and powerful as a capstan, Nabeskade laughs and sings all day long, as lively as the flag on a warship.He was either running around between the masts, teaching the crew how to walk on a tightrope, as agile as a sailor, as quick as a trainee sailor, and making the crew laugh;yes!Doctor Antekit had told him to keep a good mood!So he not only laughs and laughs all day long, but also shares the fun with his companions.
Matiff and he enjoy "freedom of movement," which means they can get on and off the yacht as they please.The crew had to stay on board, and the two of them could go ashore if they wanted.As soon as you get off the boat, there will naturally be troublemakers to follow, coax and inquire.But no one could make him speak when Boscade didn't want to.Even if he opened his mouth, it was equivalent to saying nothing.
"Who is this Doctor Antekit?"
"A famous doctor! He can cure all diseases and bring you back to life!"
"Is he rich?"
"Not a dime! Or I, Boscade, lend him money every week!"
"But where did he come from?"
"From a place no one knows the name of!"
"Then where is this place?"
"As far as I know, it has no bounds to the north and no bounds to the south!"
It was impossible to get other words out of the mouth of this happy fellow.His companion, Matif, was as silent as a granite.
Although the two of them evaded the journalists' presumptuous questions, the two friends talked to each other a lot--about their new masters.They already liked him and loved him, they just wanted to be loyal to him.There is a chemical affinity and cohesion between them and the doctor, which brings them closer day by day.
Every morning they looked forward to being called to the doctor's room, to hear him say:
"Friends, I need you!"
But nothing happened - it really upset them.
"Is it going to go on like this for a long time?" Boscade finally couldn't help it one day: "It's hard to sit around and not work! We weren't born like that, weren't we, Marty?" husband!"
"Yeah, my arms are sluggish," Hercules replied, looking at his arms, whose thick biceps were as idle as the transmission rods of a machine that had stalled.
"Tell me, Matiff!"
"What do you want me to say, Boscade?"
"Do you know what I think of Dr. Antekit?"
"I don't know. Tell me, Boscade. Now I can answer your question."
"Well, I said. That was in his past, there must be something...something! . . . You can see it in his eyes. Sometimes his eyes are so bright that you can't keep your eyes open! . . . Thunder strikes..."
"Then there will be a bolt from the blue!"
"Yes, Matiff, there will be thunderbolts... There will be work to be done, and I guess we won't be useless!"
It is not unreasonable for Burscade to predict the future in this way.Despite the silence on board the yacht, the bright young man saw something intriguing.It was clear that the doctor was not just an ordinary tourist cruising the Mediterranean on a yacht. The "Sawalena" should be a center, where many clues and intelligence are gathered and concentrated in the hands of the mysterious ship owner.
In fact, letters and telegrams poured in from all corners of the Mediterranean every day.This fascinating Mediterranean, whose waves beat the shores of so many different countries, whether it is the coast of France or Spain, whether it is the coast of Morocco or Algeria and the coast of China.Who sent these letters?Of course there were people who corresponded with the doctor, for something important--at least some customers sent letters and telegrams to famous doctors--but this seemed unlikely.
Moreover, even at the Laguze telegraph office, it was difficult to understand the meaning of these telegrams, because they were written in an unfamiliar language, and only doctors seemed to know their mysteries.Moreover, even if the following sentences can be read, what meaning can people infer from them?
"Almera: I thought I was following ZR—the clue was wrong, and I have given up now."
"Communications resumed with HV5 - contact K.3 team in between. To be continued."
"At Mandracho and Valette on the Isle of Malta, see TK7."
"Plannia...waiting for new orders...the Antai fleet...is ready. 'Power Three' is on standby day and night."
"RO3 has been missing since his death in convict prison—both of them."
Another telegram carried a special code word in coded numbers:
"2117 Sarke. The old broker... entrusted to the dragon's door - cut off contact with Tripoli in Africa."
Moreover, most of the reply calls sent from the "Sava Lena" remained unchanged:
"Keep looking, spare no expense, spare no effort, and keep reporting what's new."
These inconceivable telegrams, coming and going, seemed to put the whole coast of the Mediterranean under their watch.The doctor would have liked to look at ease, but he wasn't.Although it should be kept confidential for users due to professional credit, it is inevitable that these calls from Feihong will not be leaked.In this way, the abode of this mysterious figure arouses people's curiosity even more.
No one in Laguez's upper class was most perplexed by this, was Silas Dronta, an old banker from Trieste.Everyone still remembers that he met the doctor at the Gravosa pier shortly after the arrival of the "Savarena".At that time, one party had a strong disgust, and the other party had an equally strong curiosity.But so far, bankers' curiosity has not been satisfied.
To be honest, the appearance of the doctor left an indescribably strange impression on Duolongta.As the townspeople of Laguze remarked, the doctor lived in anonymity, lived in seclusion, and was difficult to approach.All this aroused the banker's strong desire to see him.For this reason, he came to Gravosa several times, stood at the pier, watched the yachts, eager to visit them on board.One day he even went up to the yacht in a small boat, only to receive an inevitable reply from the helmsman:
"Doctor Antekit doesn't see any visitors."
In the face of this insurmountable obstacle, Duolongta's anger is like a chronic disease, which flares up at every turn.
So the banker wanted someone to watch the doctor for his own purposes.He sent a trusted spy to follow this mysterious figure, even if the doctor only wanted to hang around the port or nearby.
It is conceivable that when Duolongta saw old Paulik went to see the doctor, and the doctor visited Mrs. Bathory the next day, how surprised and disturbed he was!
"Who is this man?" he thought to himself.
But, given the banker's present condition, what had he to fear?For fifteen years, his past plots remained undiscovered.But whenever something happened to the family of those who were betrayed and betrayed by him, it would make him panic.If he never felt remorse, he was often frightened.This unknown doctor is famous, rich and powerful, and his behavior really makes the banker feel at ease.
"But who is he?" the banker couldn't help thinking: "Is it the doctor she invited? ... What is the relationship between her and him?"
None of these questions can be answered.However, after careful investigation, it was confirmed that since that visit, the doctor had never been to Mrs. Bathory's house again.This made Duolongta feel a little relieved.
However, the banker had already made up his mind, and no matter what, he would have a relationship with the doctor.This idea increased day by day, making him restless day and night.This should be settled.He was overexcited, and could not help fantasizing that if only he could see Dr. Antekit, talk to him, and understand the purpose of his visit, he would be at peace at once.So he carefully looked for an opportunity to meet the doctor.
He thinks the time has come, doesn't he?
For many years, Mrs. Dorronta had been suffering from depression, and the doctors in Laguez could not do anything about it.Despite various treatments and the careful care of her daughter, Mrs. Doronta was getting weaker and weaker, although her illness was not fatal.Is this due to spiritual reasons?Probably.But no one can get to the bottom of it, maybe only the banker can tell the real cause of his wife.That is, after she learned about what he had done in the past, she was deeply disgusted with this glorious life now, and became depressed.
In any case, the doctors in the city were almost at a loss for what to do about Mrs. Doronta's condition.This gave the banker an opportunity to try to get an interview with the doctor.Asking him to come to see a doctor, this will not be refused-at least out of humanitarian considerations.
Duolongta wrote a letter and asked his subordinates to send it to the "Sawalena".He wrote: "It will be a great honor if a famous doctor in the world is humiliated." Then, he apologized for disturbing the doctor's reclusive life, and asked Dr. Antekit "to tell me when I should wait at Stratton's apartment." .
The next day, after the doctor received the letter, he looked at the signature on the letter and his face was expressionless.Until he finished reading the letter, although he was full of thoughts, he remained silent.
How will he answer?Should he take this opportunity to enter the Duolongta mansion and get in touch with his family?But entering this family, even as a doctor, would be too reckless, right?
Without hesitation, the doctor handwritten a note and handed it to the banker's servant to bring it back.The sticky note simply read:
"Doctor Antaijit deeply regrets that he cannot treat Mrs. Doronta. He is not a Western medicine doctor."
The banker was so enraged by this curt reply that he crumpled the note.Apparently, Dr. Antekit refused to make contact with him.It was an almost veiled refusal, a sign that this strange man had made up his mind not to come.
"Besides," he thought to himself, "if he wasn't a Western medicine doctor, why did he treat Mrs. Bathory in this capacity? What relationship would there be between them?"
This panic bit the Duolong Pagoda.It was the doctor's presence in Gravossa that had turned his life into a mess.And as long as the "Shava Lena" is not out of sea for a day, he will have no peace for a day.Furthermore, he never told his wife and daughter about writing to the doctor.He tried to keep the real cause of his uneasiness a secret, to keep it to himself.But he continued to keep the doctor under surveillance so that he could learn all about the doctor's activities in Gravosa and Laguez.
The very next day, another accident caused him great uneasiness.
Pierre Bathory came back from Zara looking dejected.He was offered a job—to lead a large metallurgical plant in Eryangovi, but he declined.
"The conditions are unacceptable." That's all he said to his mother.
Mrs. Bathory looked at her son, not wanting to get to the bottom of it.Then she handed him a letter, which had been mailed while he was away.
This is a letter from Dr. Antekit, in which he is invited to visit the "Shava Lena" to discuss a matter related to his vital interests.
Pierre handed the letter to his mother, who was not surprised at the doctor's invitation.
"I expected that," she said.
"You expected him to make that suggestion?" asked the young man in surprise.
"Yes, Pierre, I was visited by Dr. Antekit while you were away."
"Recently, the people of Rajuz have been talking about him a lot. Do you know who he is?"
"I don't know, son. But Dr. Antegit knew your father. He was a lifelong friend of Count Sandov and Count Zatmar. That's how he came to our house."
"Mother," asked Pierre, "has the doctor given you any evidence that he was a friend of my father?"
"No!" replied Madame Bathory.She didn't want to mention the gift of the hundred thousand florins, and Doctor Antegit should keep silent about it.
"Then is he an Austrian agent, spy, or conspirator?" Pierre asked again.
"You judge for yourself, son."
"Do you think I should go and see him?"
"Yes, I suggest you go. He wants to pour out all the deep affection he has for your father on you. You should not be indifferent to such a man."
"But what is he doing at Laguez?" Pierre went on. "Is there anything he can do here?"
"Perhaps he wants to generate some income!" said Mrs. Bathory. "I heard he is very rich. Maybe he wants to give you a job worthy of you."
"I'll see him, mother. I'll know what he wants from me."
"Then you go today, son. Visit him back for me!"
Pierre embraced his mother, he even pressed her to his breast for a long time, as if some secret was weighing him down--a secret he dared not admit, of course!In his heart, what secret is so painful and so heavy that even his mother dare not tell it?
"Poor child!" murmured Madame Bathory.
It was exactly one o'clock in the afternoon when Pierre reached Stratton Avenue and hurried down to Port Gravosa.
When he passed the Duolongta Mansion, he stopped for a while—just for a moment.He looked at a small building facing the street. The shutters were closed tightly, and the house was tightly closed, as if no one had lived in it for a long time.
Pierre did not stop, but slowed down.He then continued on his way.But none of this escaped the attention of a woman who paced up and down Stratton Street.
It was a tall woman, in her forties or fifties.Her gait was deliberate, almost stiff, as though she were all a machine part.She was wrapped in a dark cloak, and the hood concealed her hairstyle embellished with gold coins.She was a foreign woman, with curly brown hair and a Moroccan complexion, which made her origins obvious at a glance.Was she a bohemian, a gipsy, a gypsy, a "vagrant," as the Parisian saying goes, or an Egyptian or an Indian woman?Hard to say.How similar are these people!In any case, she did not beg, and presumably did not accept handouts.She was there for another purpose--to watch, spy, for herself, and perhaps for others, the Mansion Dorronta and the house in Marinella Alley.
In fact, as soon as she saw the young man coming down Stratton Street towards the port of Gravosa, the woman followed and followed her closely.But she is quick-witted and doesn't show her feet.What's more, Pierre was too focused and didn't take into account what happened behind him.Pierre hesitated in front of the Doronta mansion, and the woman slowed down; Pierre continued on, and the woman quickened her pace, and followed him closely.
Pierre quickly passed the first wall of Laguiz, but did not get rid of the foreign woman.Once outside the ramparts, she watched him again twenty paces away, and followed him down the side avenue toward Gravosa.
At the same time, Duolongta also returned to Laguz in a carriage.It seemed that he must meet Pierre face to face.
The Moroccan woman hesitated for a moment when she saw the two.Maybe she thought the two of them were going to have a chat.Her eyes lit up, and she wanted to find a big tree to hide behind.But if the two were talking, how was she going to hear what they had to say?
Nothing happened.Doronta saw Pierre approaching him twenty paces away.When Pierre took off his hat to greet him, he turned his head away, ignored him, and drove off towards Laguiz without even returning the haughty return with his daughter on the dock.
The foreign woman saw all of this, and a smile appeared on her expressionless face.
Where is Pierre?Seeing Duolongta being so rude, he was both angry and even more troubled.Without looking back, he slowed down and continued on his way.
The Moroccan woman followed him from a distance, and said to herself in Arabic:
"It's time for him to come."
A quarter of an hour later Pierre arrived at the port of Gravossa.He stopped and stood for a moment, looking at the magnificent yacht.On top of the tall mast of the yacht, a flag fluttered in the wind.
"Where could Doctor Antekit come from?" he asked himself. "I've never seen such a flag!"
Then he asked a pilot who was walking on the pier:
"My friend, do you know what kind of flag this is?"
The pilot didn't recognize the flag either.All he knew was that the ship's quarantine certificate stated that the yacht was from Brandia.Verified by the Hong Kong side, all procedures are legal.Because this is a yacht, it is not licensed to mark the nationality.
Pierre called for a boat and told the boatman to take him to the "Savarena".The Moroccan woman watched him away in amazement.
After a while, the young man boarded the yacht and asked Dr. Antekit if he was on board.
Undoubtedly, the prohibition against outsiders on board did not apply to him.So the captain replied that the doctor was in his room.
Pierre handed over his card and asked the doctor if he could see him.
A helmsman took the business card and went down the cabin ladder to the reception room at the end of the cabin.
A minute later the helmsman came up to say that the doctor was waiting for Monsieur Pierre Bathory.
The young man was immediately led to the drawing room.The light in the hall is a little dim, and some dim light shines through the tulle of the curtains.Pierre went to the door, the two doors were wide open, and the light reflected from the interior mirror fell on him strongly.
In the semi-darkness, Dr. Antekit was sitting on the sofa.Seeing Étienne Bathory's son before him, he was agitated, but Pierre did not notice it.He couldn't help blurting out:
"It's him! ... It's him!"
In fact, Pierre was a complete living representation of his father, the noble Hungarian who had been at the age of twenty-two: bright-eyed, dignified, passionately pursuing truth, goodness, and beauty.
"Mr. Bathory," said the doctor, rising, "I am very glad that you have been invited."
The doctor motioned to Pierre to sit down, and Pierre sat down in another corner of the living room.
When the doctor spoke, he used the Hungarian language familiar to young people.
"Monsieur," began Pierre, "even if you didn't invite me to visit, I should come here to pay you a return visit, because you have visited my mother. I know that you are a friend whom I have never met, You miss my father and the two patriots who died with him... I thank you for remembering them!"
Pierre could not conceal his emotion at the recounting of such distant events, of his father and his friends Count Sandov and Count Zatmar.
"Excuse me, sir," he said, "when I think of what they've done, I can't..."
Couldn't he have noticed that maybe Dr. Antekit was more excited than he was?
"Mr. Bathory," he said at last, "you need not ask my pardon, this pain is natural. Besides, you are of Hungarian descent, and what Hungarian descendant would be so devastated to recall such Then, fifteen years ago—yes! It’s been fifteen years—when you were young. Even now it’s hard to say whether you know your father and understand what he said Work done!"
"My mother is the embodiment of my father, sir!" replied Pierre. "She raised me in tears and taught me to respect my father. Everything he did, everything he explored, his love for the country , My mother told me all the life of being loyal to my friends. I was only eight years old when my father died, but I felt that he was always by my side. Because I saw my mother, just like seeing my father.”
"You love your mother, and she is worthy of your love, Pierre Bathory," said Dr. Antekit. "Your mother is a martyr's widow whom we all adore!"
The doctor was so affectionate, and Pierre was very grateful.His heart was pounding, and he didn't even notice that when the doctor was speaking, he always held a kind of indifference that seemed to be born with him, intentionally or unconsciously.
"Excuse me," continued Pierre, "have you really seen my father?"
"Yes, Mr. Bathory," replied the doctor after a moment's hesitation, "but I met this distinguished professor of the Hungarian University as a student. I studied medicine and physics in your home country. I am your father." He is only ten years older than me. Gradually, I respect and love him, because I feel that his teaching is full of patriotic enthusiasm. Later, I left him when I went abroad for further study. Not long after that , Professor Etienne Bathory gave up his teaching job for the lofty and just ideals he firmly believed in. No self-interest can stop him from continuing on the road of patriotism. He left Price at this time Boole, who moved to Trieste. Your mother counseled and cared for him in his adversity. Just as your father has all the virtues of a man, so your mother has all the virtues of a woman. M. Pierre , forgive me for calling up such painful memories for you. I do so because you will never forget them."
"No, sir, I will not forget!" replied the young man full of youthful enthusiasm, "I will not forget the past, just as Hungary will not forget the three righteous men who died for her: Ladisla Zatemar, Étienne Bathory is like the most valiant Count Matthias Sandov!"
"If it is said that he is the most heroic and fearless," said the doctor, "please believe that his two friends are not inferior to him in their loyalty to the country and their heroic devotion! All three should be respected! All three should be avenged avenge!……"
Having said this, the doctor stopped talking, wondering whether Mrs. Bathory had told Pierre about the betrayal of the uprising leaders...but the young man didn't talk about it.
In fact, Mrs. Bathory said nothing about it.Perhaps, she didn't want to spread hatred in her son's life and lead him astray, because no one knew the name of the spy.
The doctor also believes that it is necessary to remain silent at the moment, and there is no need to say more.
But there is one thing that the doctor said without hesitation, and that is: Count Sandorf and Professor Bathory were hiding in the house of the fisherman Andrea Fercharto, and if it hadn't been for the shameful deeds of the Spaniard. They could have escaped the Rovigno gendarmes, and once they crossed the Austrian border, no matter where they went, all doors were open for them.
"In my country," went on the doctor, "they find shelter wherever they go."
"Where is it, sir?" asked Pierre.
"In Kefalonia, where I lived at the time."
"That's right! The Ionian Islands were under the jurisdiction of Greece at that time. If they had been saved there, my father would still be alive today!"
For a while, it was difficult to continue the conversation due to the mention of the past.The doctor said later:
"Monsieur Pierre, memory has taken us too far from the present! Would you like to talk with me about the present, and especially about my vision for your future?"
"Please tell me, sir," replied Pierre, "you have already told me in your letter that it may be a matter of concern to my career..."
"That's true, Mr. Bathory. I know that your mother sacrificed a lot when you were young, and I also know that you are worthy of being her son. After going through hardships, you have finally grown up..."
"Grow up!" said Pierre, "a grown-up who can't support himself, let alone repay his mother for nurturing him!"
"Yes," said the doctor, "but it's not your fault. I know that there are so many people asking for employment and so few opportunities for employment. It's so hard to find a job in this competition .are you an engineer?"
"Yes, sir! I came out of school with the title of engineer, but I had no permanent job, and the country did not arrange a job for me, so I had to go to industrial enterprises to find a job. Until now, I have not found anything Something for me to do - at least in Laguz."
"And where else?"
"Elsewhere! . . . " Pierre hesitated upon hearing this.
"Yes!...Didn't you go to Zara for this matter a few days ago?"
"I've been told there's a metallurgical company offering me a position."
"How about this job?"
"They promised me."
"But you didn't accept it?"
"Then I had to settle with El Zegovi, and I had no choice but to refuse."
"To Erzegovi? Maybe your mother doesn't want to go there with you?"
"My mother, sir, she can go anywhere as long as it is for my future."
"Then why didn't you take the job?" insisted the doctor.
"Monsieur," replied the young man, "I have serious reasons for not being able to leave Laguiz in my present situation!"
The doctor noticed from Pierre's answer that he was a little embarrassed.His voice trembled a little when he expressed his will—or rather, his determination not to leave Lacuz.What was the major reason for him to reject the job offered by others?
"Then what I want to mention to you," said the doctor, "seems improbable."
"Must I leave Raguez?"
"Yes, to another place. I'm going to do some great work there. I'd be very happy if you could lead it all."
"I'm sorry, sir, but I think now that I've made up my mind..."
"I believe you, Monsieur Pierre. Perhaps I regret this more than you! It would be nice if I could pour out all my feelings for your father on you!"
Pierre said nothing.Evidently his inner struggle was intense and painful.The doctor felt that he hesitated to speak.But the doctor felt such sympathy for him and his mother that an irresistible force moved him to open his heart to him.
"Sir . A friend is talking to me!...You want to put all your friendship on me!...I feel the same, I feel it, even though I just met you...Yes, sir, but I feel that I love you Like loving my father!..."
"Pierre! . . . my child!" cried the doctor, and seized the young man by the hand.
"Yes, sir..." continued Pierre, "I'll tell you everything! . . . I'm in love with a girl from this town! . . . Barrier... But I don't want to see this gap, maybe she can't see it! I can rarely see her on the street or at the window, but I don't have the courage to give up the happiness of meeting! … It drives me crazy to think that I must go away, and to be gone for a long time! . . . Oh! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"Yes, Pierre!" replied Dr. Antakit, "I understand you! You need not ask my pardon! You are quite right in expressing your heart to me. This complicates things! . . . Does your mother know what you just told me?"
"I didn't tell her anything, sir! I didn't dare. Because we are poor now, and perhaps she knows what is right, and she will destroy all my hopes! . This is the pain I have to bear!"
"Pierre," said the doctor, "it is very well that you have complete confidence in me. Tell me, is this girl rich? . . . "
"Very rich! . . . very rich!" said the young man, "too rich for me!"
"Is she worthy of you?"
"Oh! Sir, shall I find an unsatisfactory daughter-in-law for my mother?"
"Then, Pierre," replied the doctor, "perhaps there is no insurmountable gap!"
"Sir," cried the young man, "don't let me have unfulfilled hopes!"
"can not achieve!"
The doctor spoke so confidently that Pierre suddenly felt as if he had changed himself, becoming his present and future master.
"Yes, Pierre," the doctor continued, "believe in me! . . . As soon as you think the time is right for me to help you, please tell me the name of this girl..."
"Monsieur," replied Pierre, "why should I keep her name from you? . . . She is Mademoiselle Doronta!"
When the doctor heard this disgusting name, he tried his best to restrain himself, as if he did not tremble when he was hit by a thunderbolt.For a moment—just a moment—he stood there, speechless.
Then he said quietly:
"Well, Pierre, well! Let me think about all this... let me see..."
"Then I will take my leave, sir," said the young man, taking the doctor's hand, "allow me to thank you as I thank my father!"
The doctor was left alone in the drawing-room, while Pierre went out, went on deck, boarded the small ferry waiting at the port, returned to the jetty, and set out on his way to Laguez.
The foreign woman had been waiting on the shore when Pierre came to visit, and now she had her eye on him again.
Pierre felt infinitely relieved.He is finally in a good mood!He confided his heart to a friend...perhaps better than a friend!Today is really a good day once in a lifetime!
Therefore, when he passed the Duolongta mansion and saw a corner of the curtain of the small building being gently raised and then lowered again, what doubts would he have about this friend?
But the foreign woman also saw this scene.She remained in front of the mansion until Pierre turned into the Marinella alley and disappeared into the alley.Then she ran to the telegraph office and sent a telegram with only one word:
"Come!"
The mailing address of the telegram read: Siracusa Post Office, Sicily, leave it for collection.Recipient: Sakani.
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