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She meant to interrupt the children, to get rid of Vere and Emile, and have Ruffo to herself for a moment. Just then she felt as if he were nearer, far nearer, to her than they were: they who kept things from her, who spoke of her secretly, pitying her. And again that evening she came into acute antagonism with her friend. For the instinct was still alive in him not to interrupt the children.
This time he saw the figures of Vere and Ruffo above him in the moonlight, which now sharply relieved them. He gazed. And as he gazed they moved away from the bridge, going towards the seat where Vere had been before she had seen Ruffo. Vere had on a white dress. The heart of the Marchesino leaped. He was sure it was the girl of the white boat.
Then she would cling to the past. And in that song, prompted now by her always eager imagination, she seemed to hear it. For she was almost fiercely, feverishly, beginning to find resemblances in Ruffo to Maurice. At first she had noticed none, although she had been strangely attracted by the boy.
When the recovery of Naples was evidently near, he applied to Cardinal Ruffo, and to the Duke of Calvirrano, for protection; expressing his hope that the few days during which he had been forced to obey the French would not outweigh forty years of faithful services; but perhaps not receiving such assurances as he wished, and knowing too well the temper of the Sicilian court, he endeavoured to secrete himself, and a price was set upon his head.
In this imposing array, significant at once of inexorable purpose and irresistible power, he sent to Ruffo his "opinion of the infamous terms entered into with the rebels," and also two papers, to be by him forwarded to the insurgents and to the French.
Ruffo stared at it for a moment with a critical inquiring gaze. The boat drew up near the land and stopped. There was a faint murmur of voices, then silence again. The Marchesino had told the two sailors that they could have an hour or two of sleep before beginning to fish. The men lay down, shut their eyes, and seemed to sleep at once.
It will be more fun than throwing only a packet. Addio, mia bella Madre! Addi-io! Addi-io!" And singing the words to the tune of "Addio, mia bella Napoli," she flitted out of the room and down the stairs. "Ruffo! Ruffo!" A minute later she was leaning over the bridge to the boy, who stood sentinel below.
He seemed to inquire something of Ruffo, something of Hermione, and then, at the last, surely something of himself. But when Ruffo had finished, he said, brusquely: "Signora, it is getting very late. Will not Don Emilio be going? He will want to say good-night, and I must help him with the boat." "Run and see if Don Emilio is in a hurry, Gaspare. If he is I'll come."
"I heard you talking of the fattura della morte," Artois said. Ruffo reddened slightly. "Si, Signore." "Your mother made it?" Ruffo did not answer. Gaspare stood by, watching and listening with deep, half-suspicious attention. "I heard you say so." "Si, Signore. My mamma made it." "And told you to bring it to the island and put it in the house to-night?" "Si, Signore."
Of course she had seen the return of Antonio Bernari. She remembered now. As Ruffo stood before her with the wet hair on his forehead there had come a shrill cry from the old woman in the kitchen: a cry that was hideous and yet almost beautiful, so full it was of joy. Then from the kitchen the two women had rushed in, gesticulating, ejaculating, their faces convulsed with excitement.
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