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And I was feeling very happy, because my poor mamma had heard good news." "What was that?" "To-morrow my Patrigno is to be let out of prison." "So soon! But I thought he had not been tried." "No, Signora. But he is to be let out now. Perhaps he will be put back again. But now he is let out because" he hesitated "because well, Signora, he has such friends, he has friends who are powerful for him.
Although Ruffo was so frank and garrulous about most things, she noticed that if she began to speak of his mother or his Patrigno, his manner changed, and he became uncommunicative. Was this owing to Gaspare's rather rough rebuke upon the cliff before Artois and Vere? Or had Gaspare emphasized that by further directions when alone with Ruffo? She tried deftly to find out, but the boy baffled her.
The absence of presumptuous self-conceit in Tito made him feel all the more defenceless under prospective obloquy: he needed soft looks and caresses too much ever to be impudent. "In the Mercato?" said Tessa. "Not to-morrow morning, because the patrigno will be there, and he is so cross. Oh! but you have money, and he will not be cross if you buy some salad. And there are some chestnuts.
It was the old story of the South, then! Hermione knew something of the persistent infidelities of Neapolitan men. Poor women who had to suffer them! "I am sorry for your mother," she said, gently. "That must be very hard." "Si, Signora, it is hard. My mamma was very unhappy to-day. She put her head on the table, and she cried. But that was because my Patrigno is put in prison." "In prison!
And then my Patrigno came in at the door, and the Signora she went away. I was going to follow her, but she put out her hand so, to make me stay she wanted me to stay with my mamma. And she went down the stairs all trembling because my Patrigno was let out of prison. Per dio! She has a good heart. She is an angel. For the Signora I would die. For the Signora I would do anything!
"Signora," he said, bluntly, "if I were you I would not have anything to do with these people. Ruffo's Patrigno is a bad man. Better leave them alone." "But, Ruffo?" "Signora?" "You like him, don't you?" "Si, Signora. There is no harm in him." "And the poor mother?" "I am not friends with his mother, Signora. I do not want to be." Hermione was surprised by his harshness. "But why not?"
She was a widow before she was a mother; may the Madonna comfort her. My mamma spoke just like that, Signorina. And then she cried for a long time. But when Patrigno came in she stopped crying at once." "Did she? Why was that?" "I don't know, Signorina." Vere was silent for a moment. Then she said: "Is your Patrigno kind to you, Ruffo?" The boy looked at her, then swiftly looked away.
What has he done?" Ruffo looked at her, and she saw that the simple expression had gone out of his eyes. "Signora, I thought perhaps you knew." "I? But I have never seen your step-father." "No, Signora. But but you have that girl here in your house." "What girl?" Suddenly, almost while she was speaking, Hermione understood. "Peppina!" she said. "It was your Patrigno who wounded Peppina?"
But perhaps he was delicate about money, unlike Neapolitans, and feared that if he talked too much of his mother the lady of the island would think he was "making misery," was hoping for another twenty francs. As to his Patrigno, the fact that Peppina was living on the island made that subject rather a difficult one.
"Tessa, my little one," he said, in his old caressing tones, "you must not cry. Bear with the cross patrigno a little longer. I will come back to you. But I'm going now to Rome a long, long way off. I shall come back in a few weeks, and then I promise you to come and see you. Promise me to be good and wait for me."
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