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Soon, no doubt, she would be able to look back upon it and laugh at it as one laughs at moods that have passed away. "This is his first day in Sicily, Gaspare." "There are forestieri who come here every year, and who stay for months, and who can talk our language yes, and can even swear in dialetto as we can but they are not like the padrone. Not one of them could dance the tarantella like that.
"I do not understand how it is in England," Gaspare said, gravely. "But" and he nodded his head wisely and spread out his hands "I understand many things, signorino, perhaps more than you think. You do not want the signore to come. You are angry at his coming." "He is a very kind signore," said Maurice, hastily. "And he can speak dialetto." Gaspare smiled and shook his head again.
But this singer of it sang the Italian words, and not the dialetto. The song that wins the prize at the Piedigrotta Festival is on the lips of every one in Naples. In houses, in streets, in the harbor, in every piazza, and upon the sea it is heard incessantly. And now Ruffo was singing it softly and rather proudly in the Italian, to attract the attention of the dark figure he saw above him.
The moment I saw my guide I knew he was somebody, but for the life of me I could not remember who. All of a sudden it flashed across me that he was Socrates. He talked enough for six, but it was all in dialetto, so I could not understand him, nor, when I had discovered who he was, did I much try to do so.
The Avvocato Negri of Casale-Monferrato says that they have a word in their dialetto which, if ever written, would appear as "vuaitee," it means "stop" or "look here," and is used to attract attention. This, or something like it, no doubt is what they really say and has no more to do with waiting than Jutland has to do with jutting. The Parables
The moment I saw my guide I knew he was somebody, but for the life of me I could not remember who. All of a sudden it flashed across me that he was Socrates. He talked enough for six, but it was all in dialetto, so I could not understand him, nor, when I had discovered who he was, did I much try to do so.
"Ridicule you!" said he, indignantly. "I wish I could speak Italian as freely as you speak English, Nina!" "Oh, you speak Italian very well," said she. "But why you speak still the Neapolitan dialetto dialect, is it right? that you hear in the shops and the streets?
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