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These last he very carefully and solemnly folded up and bestowed in the inner pocket of his jacket, which contained a leather portfolio, given to him by Maurice to carry his money in. "Ecco!" he said, once more, as he buttoned the flap of the pocket as a precaution against thieves. And with that final exclamation he dismissed all serious thoughts. "Mangiamo, signorino!" he said. "Ora basta!"
Frittura!" he shouted, taking off his hat and waving it. Gaspare came running towards him. "Where have you been, signorino?" "For a walk along the shore." He still kept his hat in his hand. "Why, your face is all wet, and so is your hair." "I washed them in the sea. Mangiamo! Mangiamo!" "You did not sleep?" Gaspare spoke curiously, regarded him with inquisitive, searching eyes. "I couldn't.
"Compare, compare, compareddu" he glanced at Gaspare, who joined in with him: "Compare, compare, compareddu, Io ti voglio molto bene, Mangiamo sempre insieme Mangiamo carne e riso E andiamo in Paradiso!" "Carne e riso si!" cried Maurice, laughing. "But Paradise! Must you go to Paradise directly afterwards, before the dancing and before the procession and before the fireworks?"
He sighed from sheer delight in his possession and the thought of his padrona's joy and wonder in it. "Mangiamo?" he added, descending from heavenly delights to earthly necessities. "Yes, it is getting late," said Maurice. "The fireworks will soon be beginning, I suppose." "Not till ten, signorino. I have asked. There will be dancing first. But are we going to stay?"
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