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He was smoking a clay pipe with a cane stem, and he was thinking vaguely of Teresina, wondering whether Ruggiero would never speak to her, and if he never did, whether he, Bastianello, might not at last have his turn.
So he told me that he had just seen the Count up there in the garden of the hotel, trying to kiss Teresina and offering her the gold, and I gave him half a cigar to tell me the rest, because he would not, and made faces." "May he die murdered!" exclaimed Ruggiero in a low voice, his face as white as canvas. "Wait a little, she is a good girl," answered Bastianello.
She twisted the cord of the Venetian blind round and round her hand, looking down at it all the time. Bastianello stood motionless before her, staring at her thick black hair. "Well?" asked Teresina looking up and meeting his eyes and then lowering her own quickly again. "What, Teresina?" asked Bastianello in a changed voice. "You say you also might do that man an injury whom I love.
And Ruggiero, if you will have him, will work for you, and I will also work for you, and you shall have a good house, and plenty to eat and good clothes besides the gold " "But Bastianello mio!" cried Teresina, who had suspected what was coming, "I do not want to marry Ruggiero at all." She clasped her hands and gazed into the sailor's eyes with a pretty look of confusion and regret.
"May he die of a stroke!" muttered Ruggiero. "But if I were in your place," said his brother calmly, "I would not do anything to your padrone, because the girl is a good girl and gave him the good answer, and as for him " Bastianello shrugged his shoulders. "May the sharks get his body and the devil get his soul!" "That will be as it shall be," answered Bastianello.
"You cannot hurt the mother now," said Ruggiero. "Hit him as I do, Bastianello!" And the four bony boyish fists fell in a storm of savage blows upon Don Pietro Casale's leathern face and eyes and head and thin grey lips. "That is for the mother," said Ruggiero. "Another fifty a-piece for ourselves."
Neither of them spoke as they descended the stairs of the hotel, and went out through the garden to the gate. When they were in the square beyond Ruggiero stopped. Sebastiano stood still also and looked at him. "Does your heart ever jump and turn somersaults and get into your mouth, when you look at a woman, Bastianello?" he asked. "No. Does yours?" "Yes. Just now."
"Let go, Nennè!" he said; "do you take us for a bathing house?" "You have a beautiful pair of padroni, you and your brother," observed Nennè, making a hideous face over the boat's side. Bastianello did not move, but stretched out his long arm to take up the boat-hook, which lay within his reach. "If you had seen what I saw in the garden up there just now," continued the small boy.
She had blushed scarlet while he was speaking, and she covered her face with both hands. "You need not hide your face, Teresina," said Bastianello, with a little emotion. "You can show it to every one after what you have done. And so I will go on, and you must listen. Ruggiero is not a great signore like the Count of San Miniato, but he is a man.
The larger boat was slowly following and the tinkle of the mandolin, playing waltz music, rang out through the stillness. Ruggiero brought the skiff alongside of the ledge where it was lowest. "Get ashore, Bastianello," he said in the same quiet tone. Bastianello obeyed and stood ready to help Beatrice, who came next.
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