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"But" another thought came to her "but, Gaspare, after such a thing as that, how could you let the padrone go down to bathe alone?" Gaspare, a moment before credited with a faithful action, was now to be blamed for a faithless one. For neither was he responsible, if strict truth were to be regarded. But he had insisted on saving his padrone from the sea when it was not necessary.
I should think playing day after day might tire you. What are you going to do when you become a man?" Phil shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he said. "I think I'll go back to Italy." "Have you any relations there?" "I have a mother and two sisters." "And a father?" "Yes, a father." "Why did they let you come away?" "The padrone gave my father money." "Don't you hear anything from home?"
A nice padrone Ruggiero has, who is called a liar and an infamous one by serving maids. Well, give me the cigar." "Take it," said the sailor, rising and reaching out. The urchin stuck it between his teeth, nodded his thanks, lowered himself gently into the water so as not to wet it, and swam cautiously to the breakwater, holding his head in the air.
I learned something from them of the padrone system and the unfair contracts into which they were trapped. I learned their likes and dislikes, their ambitions, and as much as possible about their families. It all came hard at first but little by little as I worked with them I found them trusting me more with their confidences. In this way then the first summer passed.
He could not help wishing that he might stay with them permanently, but he knew that this could not be. To remain in the same city with the padrone was out of the question. Meanwhile we return to the house which Phil had forsaken, and inquire what effect was produced by his non-appearance. It was the rule of the establishment that all the boys should be back by midnight.
"Only today the padrone, he come to my people asking who will pick the cranberry. And that Jersey air, it will bring the fat and the red to these Jimmie's cheeks and to the bambina's!" Mrs. Albi wheezed as she ran out of breath. The Beechams stared at her. Many Italians and Americans went to the farms to pick berries and beans.
Before me stood the slim figure of a man in a straw hat and rather seedy black jacket. "Dio Signor Padrone!" he cried. I staggered as though I had received a blow. Olinto Santini in the flesh, smiling and well, stood there before me!
"Yes." "Where do you think of going?" "I do not know." "You might go to Jersey to Newark, which is quite a large city, only ten miles from here." "I should like to go there." "I don't think the padrone would send there to find you. But how are you going to make your living you have lost your fiddle?" "I can sing." "But you would make more money with your fiddle." "Si, signore."
The padrone indeed appeared at the moment. Manisty sent the ladies downstairs, and the bargaining began. When he came downstairs ten minutes later a small basket was in his hand. He offered it to Lucy, while he held out his other hand to Eleanor.
"Gaspare!" she said. "Si, signora?" "Come up beside me. There's room now." The boy joined her. "Gaspare," she continued, "do you know that when we meet the padrone, you and I, we shall look like two fools?" "Meet the padrone?" he repeated, sullenly. "Yes. He'll laugh at us for rushing down like this. He'll think we've gone quite mad." Silence was the only response she had. "Won't he?" she asked.
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