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His voice sounded like a miserable old man's. "Ah ah!" He called to the donkeys and drove them forward to the out-house. Maurice followed. What had happened? Gaspare had the manner, the look, of one confronted by a terror from which there was no escape. His eyes had surely at the same time rebuked and furiously pitied his master. What did they mean? "This is our Garden of Paradise!"
She felt excited, almost light-headed, childishly proud of herself. If only some of the girls of Marechiaro could see, could know! When the cards were thrown upon the table, and Maurice had dealt out a lira to each one of the players as stakes, and cried, "Maddalena and I'll share against you, Salvatore, and Gaspare!" she felt that she had nothing more to wish for, that she was perfectly happy.
He did not fully understand himself, and he wondered very much how Hermione and the Sicilian had understood him judged him. Artois had a firm belief in the right instincts of sensitive but untutored natures, especially when linked with strong hearts capable of deep love and long fidelity. He did not think that Gaspare would easily misread the character or the desires of one whom he knew well.
He held out his hand. Gaspare took it. The grasp of it was strong, that of a man. It seemed to reassure the boy. "I will always help my padrone," he said. Then they went down the mountain-side. It was perhaps very strange Maurice thought it was but he felt now less tired, less confused, more master of himself than he had before he had spoken with Gaspare. He even felt less miserable.
From behind a rock Gaspare watched the two praying women. He had not forgotten his padrone's words, and when Hermione and Lucrezia set off from the cottage he had followed them, faithful to his trust. Intent upon their errand, they had not seen him. His step was light among the stones, and he had kept at a distance. Now he stood still, gazing at them as they prayed.
Without greeting the doctor she said, quietly: "You heard what Gaspare said?" "Si, signora, ma " The doctor stopped, staring at her. He began to feel almost dazed. The fishermen had followed him and stood crowding together on the steps and staring into the room. "He is dead. I am sorry you came all this way." They stood there facing one another. From the kitchen came the sound of Lucrezia's cries.
But Gaspare, always a little ruthless with women, soon tired of such vanities. "Avanti! Avanti!" he shouted. "Dio mio! Le donne sono pazze! Andiamo! Andiamo!"
Maurice appeared at the sitting-room door and came slowly down the steps. Gaspare stared. "Eccomi!" "Why, signorino, what is the matter? What has happened?" "Happened? Nothing!" "Then why do you look so black?" "I! It's the shadow of the awning on my face." He smiled. He kept on smiling. "I say, Gasparino, how splendid the donkeys are! And you, too!"
She ought to live here always, as I do." "Courage, Gaspare!" said Maurice, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder. "She'll come back very soon." Gaspare lifted his hand to his eyes, then drew out a red-and-yellow handkerchief with "Caro mio" embroidered on it and frankly wiped them. "The poor signora!" he repeated. "She did not like to leave us." "Let's think of her return," said Maurice.
Two dreary hours she spent in Naples. The buzzing city affected her like a nightmare. Coming back through Mergellina, she eagerly looked for Ruffo. But she did not see him. Nor had she seen him in the early morning, when she passed by the harbor where the yachts were lying in the sun. Gaspare came with the boat to take her over from the nearest village to the island.
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