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Literary Lapses
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Stephen Leacock
51
"Half
a
minute,
Sinclair,"
I
said,
"who
did
you
say
was
under
the
Dog's
thumb?"
"Demonio."
"Thanks.
I
was
mixed
in
the
thumbs.
Go
on."
"Well,
just
when
things
are
like
this...."
"Like
what?"
"Like
I
said."
"All
right."
"Who
should
turn
up
and
thwart
the
whole
scheme,
but
this
Signorina
Tarara
in
her
domino...."
"Hully
Gee!"
I
said,
"you
make
my
head
ache.
What
the
deuce
does
she
come
in
her
domino
for?"
"Why,
to
thwart
it."
"To
thwart
what?"
"Thwart
the
whole
darned
thing,"
Sinclair
exclaimed
emphatically.
"But
can't
she
thwart
it
without
her
domino?"
"I
should
think
not!
You
see,
if
it
hadn't
been
for
the
domino,
the
Dog
would
have
spotted
her
quick
as
a
wink.
Only
when
he
sees
her
in
the
domino
with
this
rose
in
her
hair,
he
thinks
she
must
be
Lucia
dell'
Esterolla."
"Say,
he
fools
himself,
doesn't
he?
Who's
this
last
girl?"
"Lucia?
Oh,
she's
great!"
Sinclair
said.
"She's
one
of
those
Southern
natures,
you
know,
full
of--er--full
of...."
"Full
of
fun,"
I
suggested.
"Oh,
hang
it
all,
don't
make
fun
of
it!
Well,
anyhow,
she's
sister,
you
understand,
to
the
Contessa
Carantarata,
and
that's
why
Fra
Fraliccolo,
or
...
hold
on,
that's
not
it,
no,
no,
she's
not
sister
to
anybody.
She's
cousin,
that's
it;
or,
anyway,
she
thinks
she
is
cousin
to
Fra
Fraliccolo
himself,
and
that's
why
Pio
tries
to
stab
Fra
Fraliccolo."
"Oh,
yes,"
I
assented,
"naturally
he
would."
"Ah,"
Sinclair
said
hopefully,
getting
his
paper-cutter
ready
to
cut
the
next
pages,
"you
begin
to
get
the
thread
now,
don't
you?"
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