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"You had better hope she will get well," observed the Doctor, coolly; "for if she should happen to die, my good Pasqualina, it would be very possible that your father and brother might be sent to the galleys." Here Pasqualina set up a howl. "Do not afflict yourself just now," resumed Doctor Morani; "for, with all their good-will, they have not quite killed the woman.
"Tell us about the ghost your uncle saw," suggested another of the girls. "A ghost!" cried the Doctor. "Any one here seen a ghost? I wish I could have such a chance! What was it like?" "I did not see it myself; I do but believe what my uncle told me," said Pasqualina, with a gravity that had a shade of resentment.
I saw her myself at the hospital; she is getting better, and when cured, I shall take care that she does not return among such a set of savages as flourish in your village, Signorina Pasqualina.
The bullet itself he took out of his waistcoat pocket, and holding it towards Beppo, asked, "Hadn't it a mark?" "Yes, sir, I cut a cross on it," replied the abashed climber of olive-trees; "and by all the Saints, there it is still! Pasqualina, my girl," turning to her, "your uncle's ghost will turn out to be somebody." "Bravo! Beppo," cried the Doctor.
"If one is only to speak of what one has seen," urged the prompter of the uncle's ghost-story, "tell the Padrone of the witch that bewitched your sister." "Ah! and so we have witches too?" groaned the Doctor. "As to that," resumed Pasqualina, with a dignified look, "I can't help believing my own eyes, and those of all the people of our village."
"Well," exclaimed Doctor Morani, "let us hear all about the witch." "You know, all of you," said Pasqualina, "what bad fits my sister had, and how she was cured by the miraculous Madonna del Laghetto. So my sister had no more fits, till Madalena, a spiteful old woman, and whom everybody in the village knows to be a witch, mumbled some of her spells and "
And so we will, Martina, with the olives that have been blown down, hoping the best for those still on the trees. Now let us talk of something more pleasant. Pasqualina, suppose you tell us a story; you are our best hand, I believe." "I am sure, Signor Dottore, I have nothing worth your listening to," answered Pasqualina, blushing.
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