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Hermione had said that Artois was a great man, and Maurice had felt that he was a great man, had mentally sat at his feet. Perhaps in London he would be ready to sit at his feet again. But was he ready to sit at his feet here in Sicily? As he thought of Artois's penetrating eyes and cool, intellectual face, of his air of authority, of his close intimacy with Hermione, he felt almost afraid of him.
As Maurice held his hand the eyes of the two men met, and each took swift note of the change in the other. Artois's appearance was softened by his illness. In health he looked authoritative, leonine, very sure of himself, piercingly observant, sometimes melancholy, but not anxious.
Then she turned a little, looked at Artois's shadowy profile, and said: "Don't ever be afraid to speak to me quite frankly don't be afraid now. What is it?" He did not answer. "Imagine you are in Paris sitting down to write to me in your little red-and-yellow room, the morocco slipper of a room." "And if it were the Sicilian grandmother?"
We must have no gossip that can get to the padrona's ears. We understand each other, I think, you and I. We want the same thing. Men can keep silence, but girls talk. I wish to see Maddalena for a minute." "Ma " Gaspare stared at him almost fiercely. But something in the face of Artois inspired him with confidence. Suddenly his reserve disappeared. He put his hand on Artois's arm.
And while human beings know how to pity, human beings will always believe in a merciful God. A strange thought to come into such a mind as Artois's! Yet it came in the twilight, and with it a sense of tears such as he had never felt before. With the twilight had come a little wind from Etna.
"Are you sure it was Peppina your mother wished to do evil?" "Si, Signore, quite sure. Peppina is a bad girl. She made my Patrigno mad. She brought trouble to our house." "You love the Signora, don't you, Ruffo?" His face changed and grew happier at once. "Si, Signore. I love the Signora and the Signorina." He would not leave out Vere. Artois's heart warmed to him for that. "Ruffo "
Artois's instinct had told him that the man would not care to come on such an errand. As Artois passed at the back of the cottage he noticed an open window, and paused near it in the long grass. From within there came the sound of a woman's voice, murmuring. It was frequently interrupted by sobs. After a moment Artois went close to the window, and said, but without showing himself: "Maddalena!"
He was sure that Gaspare either knew or suspected what had happened, yet meant to conceal his knowledge despite his obvious hatred for the fisherman. Was the boy's reason for this strange caution, this strange secretiveness, akin to his Artois's desire? Was the boy trying to protect his padrona or the memory of his padrone? Artois wondered. Then he said: "Gaspare, I shall only stay a few minutes.
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