She had dark blue eyes and dark auburn hair. Luigi said she was
Italian."
"If she was, she was North Italian," mused the guide. "Did any one
ever give you any hints about your father?"
A slow, painful red crept over Nucky's pale face. "I never asked but
once. Maybe you can guess what Luigi said."
"If Luigi were in this part of the country," growled Allen, "I'd lead a
lynching party to call on him." He paused, eying Nucky's boyish face
closely, then he asked, "Did you love your mother?"
"I suppose I did. But Luigi kept at me so that now I hate her and all
other women. Mrs. Seaton seemed kind of nice, but I suppose she is
like the rest of 'em."
"Don't you think it! And did you know that Seaton thinks you were
kidnapped?"
Nucky drew a quick breath and the guide went on, "I think so too. You
never belonged to an Italian. I can't tell you just why I feel so
certain. But I'd take my oath you are of New England stock. John
Seaton is a first-class lawyer. As I said to you last night, if you
show some decent spirit, he'd try to clear the matter up for you."
Nucky's blue eyes were as eager and as wistful as a little child's.
His thin, mobile lips quivered. "I never thought of such a thing,
Frank!"
"Well, you'd better think of it! Now then, you clean up these dishes
for me while I attend to the stock.
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