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"The Signor Pretore has gone down to the place now, signore, with the Cancelliere and the Maresciallo. They have taken Gaspare with them." "Gaspare!" Artois thought of this boy, Maurice's companion during Hermione's absence. "Si, signore. Gaspare has to show them the exact place where he found the poor signore." "I suppose the inquiry will soon be over?" "Chi lo sa?"
I suppose he came down after I had started for Messina." "What did you go to Messina for?" "Signore, I went to see my nephew, Guido, who is in the hospital. He has " "Non fa niente! non fa niente!" interrupted the Cancelliere. "Non fa niente! What time did you start?" said the Pretore. The Maresciallo cleared his throat with great elaboration, and spat with power twice.
But I know Sicily, and know that I can always rely on the chivalry of Sicilian gentlemen where an unhappy lady is concerned." He spoke intentionally with a certain pomp, and held his hat in his hand while he was speaking. The Pretore looked pleased and flattered. "Certainly, Signor Barone," he said. "Certainly. We all grieve for the poor signora." "You will allow me to stay?" said Artois.
It was evident that he was at a loss. He wished to appear acute, but the inquiry yielded nothing for the exercise of his talents. At last he said: "Did any one see you going to Messina? Is there any corroboration of your statement that you started before the signore came down here?" "Do you think I am not speaking the truth, Signor Pretore?" said Salvatore, proudly. "Why should I lie?
"I see no objection," said the Pretore. He glanced at the Cancelliere, a small, pale man, with restless eyes and a pointed chin that looked like a weapon. "Niente, niente!" said the Cancelliere, obsequiously. He was reading Artois with intense sharpness. The Maresciallo, a broad, heavily built man, with an enormous mustache, uttered a deep "Buon giorno, Signor Barone," and stood calmly staring.
He had realized that for some reason this stranger was his ally. "Had you any reason to suppose the signore was coming to fish with you yesterday?" asked the Pretore of Salvatore. "No, signore. I thought as the signora was back the poor signore would stay with her at the house." "Naturally, naturally!" said the Cancelliere. "Naturally!
The minds of the whole community must undoubtedly be fixed upon this tragic episode and its cause. "If the Pretore allows?" Artois said. "But surely there can be no difficulty? The poor signore fell from the rock and was drowned." "Si, signore." The man stood there. Evidently he was anxious to talk.
We would have thrown ourselves into the sea for him. When we saw him coming down from the mountain to us it was as if we saw God coming down from heaven." "Certo! Certo!" said the Cancelliere. "I think every one who knew the signore at all grew to be very fond of him," said Artois, quietly. "He was greatly beloved here by every one." His manner to the Pretore was very civil, even respectful.
For he was gone; he had gone away into the blue. The doctor looked relieved, though surprised, at her apparent nonchalance. "I am very sorry, signora," he said "very sorry." "Must I see the Pretore?" she said. "I am afraid so, signora. They will want to ask you a few questions. The body ought not to have been moved from the place where "
He bought it at the fair of San Felice." Artois said no more. Slowly, for he was still very weak, and the heat was becoming fierce as the morning wore on, he walked up the steep path and came to the plateau before the Casa delle Sirene. A group of people stood there: the Pretore, the Cancelliere, the Maresciallo, Gaspare, and Salvatore.
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