"When Rome is purified to be a fit place for such as you."
In another minute he was hidden on the slope of the mountain lying toward
Orta.
CHAPTER V
Beppo had effected a firm capture of his man some way down the slope. But it was a case of check that entirely precluded his own free movements. They hung together intertwisted in the characters of specious pacificator and appealing citizen, both breathless.
"There! you want to hand me up neatly; I know your vanity, my Beppo; and you don't even know my name," said the prisoner.
"I know your ferret of a face well enough," said Beppo. "You dog the signorina. Come up, and don't give trouble."
"Am I not a sheep? You worry me. Let me go."
"You're a wriggling eel."
"Catch me fast by the tail then, and don't hold me by the middle."
"You want frightening, my pretty fellow!"