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"I don't think Vere will mind," she said. Her lips were actually trembling, but her voice was calm. They walked forward. When they were close to the children they both saw there was a third figure on the cliff. Gaspare was at a little distance. Hermione could see the red point of his cigarette gleaming. "Gaspare's there, too," she said. "Yes." "Why is he there?" Artois thought.
Gaspare nodded his head and put his glass to his lips. When he set it down again it was empty. He moved to get up, but Artois detained him. "And so you met Ruffo to-night?" he said. Gaspare's expression completely changed. Instead of the almost cruel watcher, he became the one who felt that he was watched. "Si, Signore." "Just when the balloon went up?" "Si, Signore.
He wondered whether the novelist had noticed Gaspare's agitation or whether the boy had been subtle enough to conceal it. "Not very much. The path is narrow, and I rode in front. He sang most of the time, those melancholy songs of Sicily that came surely long ago across the sea from Africa." "They nearly always sing on the mountains when they are with the donkeys." "Dirges of the sun.
He took hold of the boy by the shoulders and turned him round. "Per Bacco! We shall make a fine show at the fair! I've got money, lot's of money, to spend!" He showed his portfolio, full of dirty notes. Gaspare's eyes began to sparkle. "Wait, signorino!"
She would be on her way to Africa and to Artois. Delarey recalled his conversation with Gaspare, when the boy had asked him whether Artois was Hermione's brother, or a relation, or whether he was old. He remembered Gaspare's intonation when he said, almost sternly, "The signora should have taken us with her to Africa." Evidently he was astonished. Why?
He dared not give the lie to the "signore distinto," yet he had no trust in Gaspare's word, and had gained no sort of conviction from his eloquent writhings. "You must go in, Nito," said Gaspare. "I Madonna!" "Why not?" "Why not?" cried Nito, in a plaintive whine that was almost feminine. "I go into the sea with my rheumatism!"
One of Gaspare's sonnets on the subject, which was afterwards printed, bears this inscription: "These verses were not written with any pretence of deciding between the merits of these two great men, but solely to answer Bramante, who is a violent partisan of Dante."
"To Naples, Signorina, and nearly to the Antico Giuseppone coming back." "But we had to do a lot of tacking," said Artois. "Mon Dieu! That boy is smoking one of my cigarettes! You sacrilegious little creature! You have been robbing my box!" Gaspare's eyes followed Artois' to Ruffo, who was watching them attentively, but who now looked suddenly sleepy. "It belongs to Madre."
Hermione laughed at him and discouraged him jokingly, telling him that he must learn Italian thoroughly, the language of love, the most melodious language in the world. "Italian!" he said. "What's the use of it? I want to talk to the people. A grammar! I won't open it. Gaspare's my professor. Gaspare! Gaspare!" Gaspare came rushing bareheaded to them in the sun.
The boat stopped midway in the mouth of the inlet. "Gaspare! Is it you?" She saw a dark figure standing up in the boat. "Gaspare, is it you?" she cried, more loudly. "Si." Was it Gaspare's voice? She did not recognize it. Yet the voice had answered "Yes." The boat still remained motionless on the water midway between shore and shore. She did not speak again; she was afraid to speak.
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