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He was such a dear, active boy such a real boy. What must it be like to have a brother? Gaspare approved of Ruffo now, she thought; and Gaspare did not like everybody, and was fearfully blunt in expressing his opinion. She loved his bluntness. How delightfully his nose twitched when he was pleased! Dear old Gaspare! She could never feel afraid of anything or anybody when he was near.
She showed him that they were full of cigarettes, and so escaped from the little ceremony. For those watching it was impossible to know whether she wished to avoid the formal salutation of the young man's lips or not. "Here, Ruffo!" she said. She went up to the boy. "Put your hands together." Ruffo gladly obeyed.
"I should not wonder if she is on the cliff," said Hermione. "She often goes there at this hour. She goes to meet Ruffo." The name switched the mind of Artois on to a new and profoundly interesting train of thought. "Ruffo," he began slowly. "And you think it wise ?" He stopped. To-night he no longer dared frankly to speak his mind to Hermione. "I was at Mergellina the other day," he said.
And from every direction rose the vehement street calls of ambulant venders of the necessaries of Neapolitan life. "Ruffo lives here!" said Hermione. She could hardly believe it. So unsuitable seemed such a dwelling to that bright-eyed child of the sea, whom she had always seen surrounded by the wide airs and the waters. "Si, Signora. They are on the third floor. Shall I take you up?"
These dreamland effects lasted but a brief time, and soon the whole face of the landscape was revealed. An arid region, not unlike certain parts of northern Africa. Yet the line passes through places renowned in history. Who would not like to spend a day at Altamura, if only in memory of its treatment by the ferocious Cardinal Ruffo and his army of cut-throats?
They had seized Maddalena, Ruffo. One of them the old woman, she thought had even clutched at Hermione's arm. The room had been full of cries. "Ecco! Antonio!" "Antonio is coming!" "I have seen Antonio!" "He is pale! He is white like death!" "Mamma mia! But he is thin!" "Ecco! Ecco! He comes! Here he is! Here is Antonio!"
Simply she would stay in the garden, or on the terrace, later than usual, till after Ruffo was sure to be at the island, and let her mother stroll to the cliff top. Or, if she were there with him first, she would soon make an excuse to go away, and casually tell her mother that he was there alone or with Gaspare.
Ruffo wouldn't eat the dolce, so I did." "Ruffo! You seem to have made great friends with that boy." She did not speak rebukingly, but with a sort of tender amusement. "I really have," returned Vere. She put her head against her mother's shoulder. "Isn't this odd, Madre? Twice in the short time I've known Ruffo, he's obeyed me. The first time he was in the boat.
He curved his brown hands into a cup, and Vere filled this cup with the big cigarettes, while Hermione, Artois, and the Marchesino looked on; each one of them with a fixed attention which surely the action scarcely merited. But there was something about those two, Vere and the boy, which held the eyes and the mind. "Good-night, Ruffo. You must carry them to the boat.
To-night she found a difficulty in answering that blunt question. There was so much that she wished, wanted wide and terrible want filled her heart. "Che vuole?" he repeated. As she heard it a second time, suddenly Hermione knew that for the moment she was entirely dominated by Ruffo and that, which concerned, which was connected with him.
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