midday
`` One would think you do not wish to have any pity on me -- with four Signori Inglesi staying in the house . '' `` _ Va bene , va bene _ , '' Giorgio would mutter . He obeyed . The Signori Inglesi would require their midday meal presently . He had been one of the immortal and invincible band of liberators who had made the mercenaries of tyranny fly like chaff before a hurricane , `` _ un uragano terribile _ . '' But that was before he was married and had children ; and before tyranny had reared its head again amongst the traitors who had imprisoned Garibaldi , his hero . There were three doors in the front of the house , and each afternoon the Garibaldino could be seen at one or another of them with his big bush of white hair , his arms folded , his legs crossed , leaning back his leonine head against the side , and looking up the wooded slopes of the foothills at the snowy dome of Higuerota .