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And when she knew that my Patrigno was let out of prison, when I cried out at the door that he was coming, the Signora was so glad for us that she looked she looked Madre di Dio! She was all white, she was shaking she was worse than my poor mamma. And when I came to her, and when I called out, 'Signora! Signora! you should have seen! She opened her eyes! She gave me such a look!
"You see I come when you want some one to take care of you, Tessa. Perhaps the Aves fetched me, only it took them a long while. But what shall you do if you are here all alone? Where shall you go?" "Oh, I shall stay and sleep in the church a great many of them do in the church and all about here I did once when I came with my mother; and the patrigno is coming with the mules in the morning."
"Are you sure it was Peppina your mother wished to do evil?" "Si, Signore, quite sure. Peppina is a bad girl. She made my Patrigno mad. She brought trouble to our house." "You love the Signora, don't you, Ruffo?" His face changed and grew happier at once. "Si, Signore. I love the Signora and the Signorina." He would not leave out Vere. Artois's heart warmed to him for that. "Ruffo "
Artois thought, "I have seen you there without consciously noticing you." "You live there?" he said. "Si, Signore; I live with my mamma and my Patrigno." "Your Patrigno," Artois said, merely to continue the conversation. "Then your father is dead?" "Si, Signore, my Babbo is dead." They were on the plateau now, before the house.
She listened sympathetically, occasionally putting in a word, till suddenly Fabiano said: "Antonio Bernari will be out to-day. I suppose you know that, Signora?" "Antonio Bernari! Who is he? I never heard of him." Fabiano looked surprised. "But he is Ruffo's Patrigno. He is the husband of Maddalena." Hermione stood still on the pavement. She did not know why for a moment.
"Now, Tessa, I have very little time. You must not cry. Why did you follow me this morning? You must not do so again." "I thought," said Tessa, speaking in a whisper, and struggling against a sob that would rise immediately at this new voice of Tito's "I thought you wouldn't be so long before you came to take care of me again. And the patrigno beats me, and I can't bear it any longer.
"Si, Signora." There was a silence between them. Then Hermione said, gently: "I am very sorry for your poor mother, Ruffo very sorry. Tell me, can she manage? About money, I mean?" "It is not so much the money she was crying about, Signora. But, of course, while Patrigno is in prison he cannot earn money for her. I shall give her my money.
He turned a little away from her, and made a small noise with his nose as if he had a cold. "Gaspare," she said, with an impulse to be frank, "I saw Ruffo to-night." He turned round quickly. She saw moisture in his eyes, but they were shining almost fiercely. "He told me something about his Patrigno. Did you know it?" "His Patrigno and Peppina?" Hermione nodded. "Si Signora; Ruffo told me."
And the boy always came ashore while his companions slept. Since Hermione had been charitable to his mother, and since he had explained to her about his Patrigno and Peppina, he evidently had something of the ready feeling that springs up in Sicilians in whom real interest has been shown the feeling of partly belonging to his benefactor. There is something dog-like in this feeling.
"I am sorry for that," she said "very sorry." "Si, Signora. There is trouble in our house." "What is it, Ruffo?" The boy hesitated to answer. He moved his bare feet on the bridge and looked down towards the boat. Hermione did not press him, said nothing. "Signora," Ruffo said, at last, coming to a decision, "my Patrigno is not a good man. He makes my mamma jealous. He goes after others."
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