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Updated: June 6, 2025
At this spot I would encounter the Reverend Father Adone Doni almost every evening, seated on the coping of the well, his hands buried in the sleeves of his gown, gazing out with mild surprise into the night.
Presently her voice rang out in a shrill note of quavering rage: "'Tis Betsy Croot adone it, the old rat. I'll put a spell on her, see if I don't." Crefton slipped quietly away, uncertain whether or no the old woman had noticed his presence.
The more sagacious supposed that he was trying to get the project for the river undone; but they did not all have so much faith in him. Many had always been vaguely suspicious of him; he was so wholly beyond their comprehension. They asked Adone what he knew, or, if he knew nothing, what he thought. Adone put them aside with an impatient, imperious gesture.
Gianna was distressed; from her chamber above she had heard the words which had passed between Adone's mother and Nernia, and knew the girl was gone. "I would condemn others, but not Adone and the child," she returned. "For sure they do not do right to have secrets from you, but they are not such secrets as you think." "Enough!" said Clelia Alba sternly. "The morning will show who is right.
He shrank inexpressibly from going into the noise and glare and crowd of men; he clung to his solitude as a timid animal to its lair; and therefore he felt persuaded that he ought to leave Ruscino on his errand, because it was so acutely painful to him. Whilst he should be gone Adone at least would do nothing rash; would of course await the issue of his investigations.
But Adone was hurt and humiliated, and made excuse of field work, which pressed by reason of the weather, and so he did not name to his friend and councillor the visit of the three men to the river. Don Silverio went home and boiled his coffee; he always did this himself; it was the only luxury he ever allowed himself, and he did not indulge even in this very often.
"Excuse me, sirs," he said, as he advanced to them with his head uncovered; "what is it you want with my river?" "Your river!" repeated the head of the group, and he smiled. "How is it more yours than your fellows?" Adone advanced nearer.
"What he likes to tell, he tells. Prying questions make false tongues. I have never questioned him since he was breeched." "There are not many women like you," had said Gianna, partly in admiration, half in impatience. "Adone is a boy for you and me," had replied his mother. "But for himself and for all others he is a man. We must remember it."
All would be well; she would feed the oxen again, and go again to the spring for water, and all would be as it had been before her thoughts, her desires, went no farther than that. So, with a light heart she followed him gaily, running where there was open ground, pushing hard where the heather grew, going always in the same path as Adone had done. All of a sudden she stopped short, in alarm.
We will feed you. Come. Have no fear. I am Adone Alba, of the Terra Vergine, and my mother is a kind woman. She will not grudge you a meal." The child laughed all over her thin, brown face. "That will be good," she said, and leapt up out of the water. "Poor soul! Poor soul!" thought the young man, with a profound sense of pity.
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