15/35 Say that it is for me, and go to Casadio for it, where we get everything. Do you understand? You understand, do you ?" "Yes, Excellency." Elettra stuck the little slip of paper, on which the recipe was written, into her shabby pocket-book without looking at it. She could read and write fairly well, and had been used to helping her husband the under-steward with his accounts at Muro, but even if she had looked at the recipe she would have understood nothing of the doctor's hieroglyphics and abbreviated Latin words. |