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They did not see him. They were absorbed in their conversation. "It will not hurt the Signora or the Signorina. The fattura della morte it is to harm Peppina. Has she not done us injury? Has she not taken my Patrigno from my mamma? Has she not made him mad? Is it not for her that he has been in prison, and that he has left my mamma without a soldo in the house?
Now it was motionless only the pupils of its eyes moved. Now it lifted its claw, bowed its head, shuffled along the board to hear their conversation better. She saw it with extreme distinctness, and now she also saw on the wall of the room near it the "Fattura della Morte" the green lemon with the nails stuck through it, like nails driven into a cross.
I you say I would kill the Signora! Would I kill my mamma? Would I kill the Madonna? La Bruna would I kill her? To me the Signora is as my mamma! I respect the Signora as I respect my mamma. Ecco!" "The fattura della morte will bring evil on the house, it will bring death into the house." Gaspare spoke again, and his voice was dogged with superstition, but it was less vehement than before.
Why should she come here all alone with the fattura della morte? I am afraid for the Signora." The boat touched the edge of the rock to the right of the palace. "And where has the Signora gone, Signore? I cannot see her, and I cannot hear her." He lifted up his hand. They listened.
It was followed by an instant of silence, then by another cry, louder, nearer than before. And this time they could hear the words: "La fattura della morte! La fattura della morte!" Running, stumbling feet sounded outside, and Peppina appeared at the door, her disfigured face convulsed with terror, her hand out-stretched. "Look!" she cried shrilly. "Look, Signorina! Look, Signore!
She could not have gone that way, unless he thought of the fattura della morte, and for a moment the superstitious horror returned upon him. But he banished it. That could not be.
"Gaspare," he said quickly, "have you looked everywhere for the Signora?" "I have looked in the house, Signore. I have been on the terrace and to the Signorina in the garden. Then I came to tell you. I thought you should know about the Signora and the fattura della morte."
His heart was flooded by conviction that cruelty has an end, that the most relentless fate fails at last in its pursuing, that the fattura della morte, if it brought death with it, brought a death that was not of the body, brought, perhaps, a beautiful death of something that had lived too long. He banished fear, and he entered the chamber on the right.
He shook his head. "She is in the garden. She has been there all the time. She does not know" he lowered his voice almost to a whisper "she does not know about the Signora and the fattura della morte." "We must not let her know " He stopped. Suddenly his ears seemed full of the sound of splashing oars in water. Yet he heard nothing.
They stood for a moment quite still. Then he said, in a low voice: "You took the fattura della morte?" "Yes," she answered. "It was in in her room at Mergellina to-day." "Have you got it still?" "Yes." She held out her right hand. He took the death-charm from her. "She made it the woman who wronged you made it to bring death into the Casa del Mare." "Not to me?" "No, to Peppina.
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