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"Peppina," Hermione said, "I'm going to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth without being afraid." "Si, Signora." "You remember, when I took you, I told you not to say anything to my daughter, the Signorina, about your past life, your aunt, and and all you had gone through. Have you said anything?" Peppina looked more frightened. "Signora," she began. "Madonna!
He knew that just then she would not acknowledge his authority. As he went slowly up the steps he wondered he feared. Peppina had cried with the fury of despair, and the Neapolitan who is desperate knows no reticence. Was the red sign of passion to be scored already upon Vere's white life? Was she to pass even now, in this night, from her beautiful ignorance to knowledge?
At Father Gatto's next visit he found the whole colony in a state of uproar. 'Caesar has one paw so badly swollen that it looks as if it were broken, said one. 'Peppina kicked him with her great wooden shoes on.
He knew that by her face, which for the moment was as a battle-field on which lust fought with a desperate anger of disappointment. Then cunning came to stop the battle. "You have heard of Peppina, Signore? You have never seen her?" Artois played with her for a moment. "Never." Her smile widened. She put up her thin hands to her hair, her bonnet, coquettishly.
Next morning, when the prince arrived to claim his bride, he found her wrapped in a large white veil. 'It is so that maidens are received from their parents' hands, said the mother, who hoped to make the king's son marry Peppina in place of her sister, and had fastened the donkey's tail round her head like a lock of hair under the veil.
She says Peppina must go and earn money for herself. Of course nobody will take her. I want to. I have seen her, talked to her. She would be so thankful. She is in despair. Think of it! Nineteen, and all her beauty gone! Isn't it devilish?" "And the man?" "Oh, they say he'll get scarcely anything, if anything. Two or three months, perhaps. He is 'protected. It makes my blood boil."
But all the gold pieces she drew from her pockets had found their way to her mother and sister. 'I will go now and see what I can get out of the pussies, said Peppina, the elder girl, one morning, as she took Lizina's basket and fastened her pockets into her own skirt. 'I should like some of the cats' gold for myself, she thought, as she left her mother's house before the sun rose.
Again, as Vere had been on the edge of telling her mother all she knew about Peppina, she was on the edge of telling her about the poems of the sea. And again, moved by some sudden, obstinate reluctance, come she knew not why, she withheld the words that were almost on her lips.
As Vere explained Artois had a moment of surprise, a moment of suspicion even of vexation. But it passed when Vere said: "I'm afraid poor Madre suffered a great deal. She looked dreadful this morning, as if she hadn't slept all night." "Poveretta!" said Artois. He looked earnestly at Vere. This was the first time they had met since the revelation of Peppina.
"They will within shall we say twenty-four hours, or less?" "How can they? Peppina won't tell them." "You are sure? And when Gaspare goes into Naples to 'fare la spesa'?" "I told Gaspare last night." "That was wisdom. You understand your watch-dog's character." "You grant that Gaspare is not an instance of a worthless object made the recipient of my heroic devotion?"
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