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Why Ruggiero was so cold, and stood there against his rock, silent and glowering, Bastianello could not at all understand; nor had he any thought of taking an unfair advantage. Ruggiero was first and no one should interfere with him, or his love; but Bastianello, judging from what he felt himself, fancied that she might have given him some good advice.
"God be blessed!" exclaimed Bastianello, touching his cap, and staring at the same vessel that had attracted Ruggiero's attention. "She carries royal studding-sails," observed Ruggiero. "You do not often see that in our part of the world." "That is true," said Bastianello. "But I was not thinking of her, when I looked. And I thank you for what you say, Ruggiero, and with my heart.
"Since you do not love him " began the sailor in a tone of doubt. "Not him, but another." "And that other " "It is perhaps you, Bastianello," said Teresina, growing rather pale again. "Me!" He could only utter the one word just then. "Yes, you." "My love!" Bastianello's arm went gently round her, and he whispered the words in her ear.
Teresina and Bastianello were coming quickly along the little wooden bridge, but Ruggiero was close to her. "You have not done me a good service to-day, Ruggiero," she said, but kindly, dreading to wound him. "But it is my fault, and I should not have pressed you as I did. Do not let the thought trouble you." "I thank you, Signorina.
So the boat sped on and many of those on board misunderstood each other, and some did not understand themselves. But what was most clear to all before long was that San Miniato could not make love and steer his trick at the same time. "Are we going to Castellamare?" asked Bastianello in a low voice as the boat fell off more and more under the Count's careless steering. Ruggiero started.
At last Ruggiero's tall figure appeared at the corner of the building occupied by the coastguard station, and Bastianello immediately whistled to him, giving a signal which had served the brothers since they were children. Ruggiero started, turned his head and at once jumped into the first boat he could lay hands on and pulled out alongside of his brother.
"Madonna mia!" exclaimed Bastianello, turning sharply round and moving away a step or two. He was in great perturbation of spirit, for he loved the girl dearly, and he began to fear that he had not done his best for Ruggiero. "But you did love him a few days ago," he said, coming back to Teresina's side. "Indeed, I never did!" she said. "Nor any one else?" asked Bastianello suddenly. "Eh!
It is easy when a woman is sitting apart and a man brings her good food and wine you could have spoken a word into her ear." Ruggiero was silent, but he slowly nodded twice, then shook his head. "You do not say anything," continued Bastianello, "and you do wrong. What I tell you is true, and you cannot deny it. After all, we are men and they are women. Are they to speak first?"
"And I have told Saint Peter to bring the torches, because he knows where to get them good," added Bastianello who did not expect Ruggiero to say anything. "What time do we go?" "Towards an hour and a half of the night," said Ruggiero, meaning two hours after sunset. "Then the padroni will have eaten and the rocks will be covered with crabs, and the moon will not be yet risen.
And he took Verbicaro from the Turks and gave it to a son of his who was called the Son of the King, as I would give Bastianello half a cigar or a pipe of tobacco in the morning it is true he always has his own and so the Son of the King stayed in that place and lived there, and I have heard old men say that when their fathers who were also old, Excellency were boys, many houses in Verbicaro belonged to the Children of the King.
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