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She hesitated, then called out to him. "Good-morning, Gaspare." "Good-morning, Signora." "How early you are up!" "And you, too, Signora." "Couldn't you sleep?" "Signora, I never want much sleep." "Where have you been?" "I have been for a row, Signora." He lifted his cap again and began to row in. The boat disappeared into the Saint's Pool. "He has been to Mergellina."
She lifted herself up on her pillow and listened listened until across the sea, going towards the dawn, the song was lost. "Gli occhi di Rosa e il mar di Mergellina." When the voice was near, had not Maurice seemed near to her? And when it died away, did not he fade with it fade until the Ionian waters took him? She sat up in the darkness until long after the song was hushed.
Give me a glass of wine! Basta! Basta!" And then she went out in the street, thinking of the green parrot and hearing the cries of the sellers, the tram-bells, and Fabiano's questioning voice. Now she continued her walk towards the harbor of Mergellina alone. The thought of the green parrot obsessed her mind. She saw it before her on its board, with the rolled-up bed towering behind it.
"Certainly he is. Dio mio, the boy at least is a Neapolitan." "No, he isn't." "He is not?" "He's a Sicilian." "How do you know?" "I was here the other day when he was diving for frutti di mare." "I have seen him at the Mergellina ever since he was a child." "He says he is a Sicilian." "Boys like that say anything if they can get something by it.
"Have another cigarette," Vere added, after a pause during which she considered him carefully. "You can't get anything more out of that one." "Grazie, Signorina." He took it eagerly. "Do tell me your name, won't you?" Vere went on. "Ruffo, Signorina." "Ruffo that's a nice name. It sounds strong and bold. And you live at Mergellina?" "Si, Signorina. But I wasn't born there.
"If you do stay," Artois said to the Marchesino, turning back to them, "you must send the launch round to Mergellina. I don't believe it can stop here." "Well, but there are rocks, Caro Emilio. It is protected!" "Not enough." "Signora," said Gaspare, "we had better go. It will only get worse. The sea is not too bad yet." "Come along!" Hermione cried, with decision. "Come, Vere!
And she leaned out of the window, with a weary and inexpressive face, while the gold spread ever more widely over the sea, and the Pagan spirit surely stirred from its brief repose to greet the brilliant day. Presently she became aware of a boat approaching the island from the direction of Mergellina. She saw it first when it was a long distance off, and watched it idly as it drew near.
"This morning, with Gaspare, to take the tram to Mergellina." "She went to Mergellina?" "Si, Signore. And she was gone a very long time. Gaspare came back for her at half-past eleven, and she did not come till nearly three. Gaspare was in a state, I can tell you. I have known him for years I have known him and never have I seen him as he was to-day." "And the Signora?
When she gave him the letter, "Are you going by Mergellina?" she asked him. "Si, Signora." He stood beside her for a moment; then, as she said nothing more, turned to go out. "Gaspare, wait one minute," she said, quickly. "Si, Signora." "I meant to ask you last night, but well, we spoke of other things, and it was so late.
By this time of night, no doubt, Ruffo was in his home at the Mergellina, sitting in the midst of his family, or was strolling with lively companions of his own age, or, perhaps, was fast asleep in bed. Vere felt that it would be horrible to go to bed on such a night, to shut herself in from the moon and the sea. The fishermen who slept in the shelter of the Saint's Pool were enviable.
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