Utely. "In the world money is everything," remarked Castriconi, "but in
the _maquis_, all a man need care for is a brave heart, and a gun that
carries true." "I don't want to leave you without giving you something
to remember me by," persisted Orso. "Come, Brandolaccio, what can I
leave with you?" The bandit scratched his head and cast a sidelong
glance at Orso's gun. "By my faith, if I dared--but no! you're too fond
of it." "What would you
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