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He had begun so to identify himself with the Sicilians about Marechiaro that he cared what they thought, was becoming sensitive to their opinion of him as if he had been one of themselves. One day Gaspare told him a story of a contadino who had bought a house in the village, but who, being unable to complete the payment, had been turned out into the street.
"The signora is my friend. When she was here before I saw her many times. But for me she would never have taken the Casa del Prete." "Why was that?" asked Lucrezia, with reverence. "They told her in Marechiaro that it was not safe for a lady to live up here alone, that when the night came no one could tell what would happen." "But, Gaspare " "Does Gaspare know every grotto on Etna?
And then Maurice thought of the day of their arrival, of his own descent to the station, to wait upon the platform for the train. Artois was not going to stay in the house of the priest. That was impossible, as there was no guest-room. He would put up at the hotel in Marechiaro. But that would make little difference. He was to arrive with Hermione.
The boy worked himself up into a fever. His face was white. Drops of sweat stood on his forehead. He had set out to be deceptive what he would have called un poco birbante, and he had even deceived himself. He knew that it would be dangerous for his Padrona to live again near Marechiaro. Any day a chance scrap of gossip might reach her ears.
He was openly in love with the girl in the Lipari Isles. Her heart was almost breaking, but the return of the padrona comforted her a little. Now she had some one to whom she could tell her trouble, some one who would sympathize. "I'll go and take a bath, Hermione," Maurice said. And he, too, disappeared. Hermione went to talk to Gaspare and tell him what to get in Marechiaro.
The first thing the party from Isola Bella and from Marechiaro did, when they had stabled their donkeys at Don Leontini's, in the Via Bocca di Leone, was to pay the visit of etiquette to Sant' Onofrio. Their laughter was stilled at the church doorway, through which women and men draped in shawls, lads and little children, were coming and going.
She had a desire to-day, after Lucrezia's conversation with her, to get at the Sicilian man's point of view in regard to women. "Don't you think women want to be protected?" she asked. "What from, signora?" There was still laughter in his eyes. "Not from us, anyway," he added. "Lucrezia there she wants me for her husband. All Marechiaro knows it."
"What's the message, Sebastiano?" asked Maurice, in his stumbling Sicilian-Italian that was very imperfect, but that nevertheless had already the true accent of the peasants about Marechiaro. "Signore, there will be a moon to-night." "Gi
"And now, signorino," Gaspare concluded, "they are all laughing at him in Marechiaro. He dare not show himself any more in the Piazza. When a man cannot go any more into the Piazza Madonna!" He shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands in a gesture of contemptuous pity. "E' finito!" he exclaimed. "Certo!" said Maurice. He was resolved that he would never be in such a case.
He cannot even walk with her down the street of Marechiaro alone. It would be a shame." "But there is no harm in it." "Who knows? It is not our custom. We walk with our friends and the girls walk with their friends. If Salvatore, the father of Maddalena, knew "
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