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Updated: June 27, 2025
Who is to say what they mean, or what nonsense goes through their heads?" Hermione got up and laid her hand heavily on his arm. "I believe you know of whom Ruffo's mother spoke, Gaspare. Tell me this did Ruffo's mother ever know your Padrone?" She looked straight into his eyes. It seemed to her as if, for the first time, there came from them to her a look that had something in it of dislike.
What could it mean, this encounter just described to her: this pain, this emotion of a woman, her strange question to her son? And Gaspare's agitation, his pallor, his "mysterious" face, the colloquy that Ruffo was not allowed to hear! What did it mean? That woman's question that question! "What is it? What am I near?" Ruffo's mother knew Gaspare, must have known him intimately in the past. When?
She, too, felt that she could not be looked at by searching eyes that night. She did not know when Artois left the terrace. Long after Ruffo's song had died away she still leaned over the sea, following his boat with her desirous heart. Artois, too, was on the sea. She did not know it. She was, almost desperately, seeking a refuge in the past. The present failed her. That was her feeling.
She told herself that her body was perfectly well. But she was afraid. That was the truth. And to feel fear was specially hateful to her, because she abhorred cowardice, and was inclined to despise all timidity as springing from weakness of character. She dreaded reaching Mergellina. She dreaded seeing this woman, Ruffo's mother. And Ruffo? Did she dread seeing him? She fought against her fear.
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