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"And we must leave her here?" "Yes, signorina." "I will get the sheet." He helped her to rise from her knees. Looking down she saw a stain of blood on her skirt, and she clung to his arm for a moment, swaying as though she would fall. There was a murmur among the people of pity and sympathy. "Poveretta! Che disgrazia!" "Coraggio!" the carabiniere said gently.
She wrenched herself away, went up to the carabiniere, who stood at the corner, and spoke to him. The man smiled tolerantly as he glanced from her to Filippo. "Signorina, I cannot help you." She passed on down the street, knowing that she was being followed, crossed the Corso Vittorio Emanuele and took a tram in the Piazza della Minerva. Tor di Rocca got in too and sat down opposite to her.
They wore the carabiniere uniform for the mountain districts a double-breasted coat with two rows of silver buttons, coat tails bordered with red, two strips of red down the trouser seams, a visored cap, and high black boots. They were mounted on magnificent black horses, with rifles hung across their saddles.
The carabiniere knew the Prince by sight, and he listened with all his might, but they spoke English, and he dared not turn to stare at the girl until the tall figure in the red lucco had passed up the steps and gone in again, and by that time she had slipped away out of sight.
They were both shops and dwellings; I am sure of a neat pharmacy and a fresh-looking cafe restaurant, and one dwelling all faced with bright-green tiles. An alguazil I am certain he was an alguazil, though he looked like an Italian carabiniere and wore a cocked hat loitered into a police station; but I remember no one else during our brief stay in that street except those bouffe boy beggars.
Any mention of Manisty's name dyed it with painful colour the shame of the suppliant living on the mercy of the conqueror. 'He might, said Lucy, thinking. 'But if you asked him? No; I don't believe he would. I am sure his soul is beautiful like his face. 'His poor face! You don't know how changed he is. 'Ah! the carabiniere told me last night. He is excommunicated, said Lucy, under her breath.
"Give them to me," she said, and he was allowed to come into the space that the carabiniere kept clear. He thrust the bunch hurriedly into her hands, faltering, "Dio vi benedica." "Andatevi con Dio," she replied, and then laid the pale flowers and the shimmering green crown of leaves down upon the still breast. "Gemma, if ever I hurt you, forgive me now!"
They wore Sam Browne belts, too, and carried a pugnale like the Italian Arditi. I asked a Carabiniere on duty who they were. He smiled but did not know. "Perhaps Yugo-Slavs," he suggested. One of them overheard our conversation and came up to me saying, "Siamo Rumeni, Legione Rumena." Then followed a tremendous fraternisation. We shook hands all round and began to talk.
Lucy, indeed, soon found out from her friend the Carabiniere that while malaria haunted the valley, and scourged the region of Bolsena to the south, the characteristic disease of their upland was pneumonia, caused by the daily ascent of the labourers from the hot slopes below to the sharp coolness of the night. No, the heat was not overwhelming. Yet Eleanor grew paler and feebler.
"A white boat with a green line." "And they were coming from the direction of Posilipo?" "Ma si! Emilio, do you know them? Do you know the perfect little nose?" The Marchesino laid one hand eagerly on the arm of his friend. "I believe you do! I am sure of it! The mother she is flat as a Carabiniere, and quite old, but with nice eyes, sympathetic, intelligent.
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