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and so fondly pored."
"I see, grandmother, that it is useless to argue with you. Let us turn to a
graver subject. Tell me, what am I to bring you from Malta? As this is
in very truth to be our last voyage, I must bring you something grand,
something costly.--Ah, here comes Juliet to help us to decide."
As he spoke a pretty dark-eyed girl of nineteen entered the room and
joined their council, but before they had gone very deep into the
question which Mariano had propounded, they were interrupted by the
entrance of the head of the house, Francisco Rimini, a strong portly
man of about fifty years of age, with a brown, healthy complexion,
grizzled locks, a bald pate, and a semi-nautical gait. He was followed
by a stranger, and by his eldest son, Lucien--a tall, grave, slender youth
of twenty-three, who was in many respects the opposite of his brother
Mariano, physically as well as mentally. The latter was middle-sized,
broad-shouldered, and very powerful, with short curly brown hair,
flashing eyes and sprightly disposition--active as a kitten, and rather
mischievous. Lucien was grave, gentle, and studious; elegantly rather
than powerfully formed, and disposed rather to enjoy fun by looking on
than engaging in it. Both brothers, as well as their father, possessed
kindly dispositions and resolute spirits.
"Mother," said Francisco, "let me introduce to you my friend Signor
Bacri, a merchant who goes in my vessel as a passenger to Malta. He
dines with us to-day; and that reminds me that you must hasten our
dinner, as events have transpired which oblige me to set sail two hours
earlier than I had intended; so please expedite matters, Juliet."
The stranger bowed with Oriental dignity to the little old lady, and,
seating himself by her side, entered into conversation.
Bacri was a middle-aged man of magnificent appearance. From the cast
of his features it was easy to perceive that he was of Jewish extraction,
and his proportions might have been compared to those of the ancient
enemy of his nation, Goliath. Like Saul, he was a head and shoulders
higher than ordinary men, yet he evidently placed no confidence in his
physical strength, for although his countenance was grave and his

expression dignified, he stooped a good deal, as though to avoid
knocking his head against ceilings and beams, and was singularly
humble and unobtrusive in his manners. There was a winning softness,
too, in his voice and in his smile, which went far to disarm that distrust
of, and antipathy to, his race which prevailed in days of old, and
unfortunately prevails still, to some extent, in Christendom.
With the activity of a good housewife, Juliet expedited the operations
of the cook; dinner was served in good time; Francisco, who was owner
of his vessel and cargo, as well as padrone or captain, entertained Bacri
with accounts of his adventures on the sea, which the Jew returned in
kind with his experiences of mercantile transactions in savage lands.
Mariano drank in all that they said with youthful avidity, and the little
old lady's mouth rippled responsive, like the aspen leaf to the breeze;
while Lucien and Juliet, thus left to themselves, had no other resource
than to entertain each other as best they could!
Then the adieux were said, the voyagers went down to the port,
embarked on board their good ship--a trim-built schooner--and set sail
with a fair wind.
"I wish I saw them all safe back again!" said the little old lady, with a
sigh.
Juliet said nothing, though she echoed the sigh.
Meanwhile the schooner leant over to the breeze, and ere night-fall left
the shores of Sicily far behind.
CHAPTER TWO.
UNFOLDS A LITTLE OF THE TALE.
Another and a very different vessel chanced to be floating in those seas
at the time the Sicilian trader set sail. At a distance she might have been
mistaken for a fishing-boat, for she carried only two lateen sails, of that
high triangular form which may still be seen in the Mediterranean and
on the lakes of Switzerland. In reality, however, the vessel was of

greater dimensions than even the largest boat, and her main-mast with
its sail was of gigantic proportions. She was also full-decked, and
several pieces of heavy ordnance pointed their black muzzles from
port-holes in her bulwarks.
No one could have mistaken her character as a vessel of war, for,
besides the guns referred to, she had an unusually large crew of
bronzed and stalwart men. Their costume, as well as their arms, told
that these were of Eastern origin. Although there was much variety in
detail, they all wore the same gold-laced jackets, the same loose
Turkish drawers gathered in below the knees, and broad silken scarfs
round their waists, with