![]() ![]() ‘Ye’re a promising young journalistbut ye’re an obstinate donkey too.’ ‘Ye’re not employed to speak Italian, but to write English. ![]() I speak Italian, I was there as a boy in 1849’ I begged you to send me on the northern Italian campaign last summer. ‘It’s hardly my fault I’ve no experience, sir. And if I did, I’d not send an inexperienced young fellow like’ Apperley, I will not gamble me proprietor’s money on a long chance like this. The newspaper which looks ahead and sends out a correspondent now’ ‘D’ye suppose the editor doesn’t see the telegrams? These hot countries are always having revolutions!’ All the usual signs of composition were therethe glass of port, the half-empty decanter beside the ink-stand, the first scrawled sheets tossed to the floor for the office boy to gather. But I wish he weren’t fighting me, thought Mark, and I wish I hadn’t interrupted him in the middle of tomorrow’s leader. As he was fond of saying, he fought best on his feet. The burly editor of the Morning Herald was an awesome figure as he stood at his his desk. Young Mark Apperley’s own knees trembled a little. Red side whiskers twitched against purpling cheeks. Mr O’Malley’s voice already shook with passion. ‘In another minute, me boy, I’ll lose me temper!’ Chapter One A P I S T O L F O R A G E N T L E M A N ![]()
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