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"Well," said Archie, "I'm bound to say that any scheme which what you might call culminates in your father regarding me as a pet lambkin ought to receive one's best attention. How much did he offer Salvatore for his shop?" "I don't know. There is father. Call him over and ask him." Archie glanced over to where Mr. Brewster had sunk moodily into a chair at a neighbouring table.
"I will come with you, signorino." "No. I must go alone." "I will come with you!" A dogged obstinacy hardened his whole face, made even his shining eyes look cold, like stones. "Gaspare, you are to stay with the signora. I may miss Salvatore going down. While I am gone he may come up here. The signora is not to speak with him. He is not to come to her." Gaspare hesitated.
The best known of them, Andrea Alexis, the Albanian of Durazzo, was much employed in Spalato, Arbe, and Traù. The votive church of S. Salvatore, just inside the Porta Pile, Ragusa, built in 1522 after the earthquake of 1520, and designed by Bartolommeo da Mestre, master mason at Sebenico in 1528, bears considerable resemblance to the cathedral.
But then he added, brightening a little at the thought, "I am sure of a truth I am sure, Signore, that the brother had no hand in this!" "Very well, then; we will take him to the house of Salvatore. We will say merely that an accident has happened do you hear? I do not want the story of an attempted assassination to get about."
You, little elf, sit down on the stool and you, Salvatore, shall give me the flowers. What does this mean? I really believe the scamp has been putting perfumed oil on his curly head. In honor of me, Salvatore? Thank you! We shall need the hoops later. First we'll make bouquets, and then bind them with the leaves to the wood. Sing me a song while we are working, Maria. The first one!
A heavy, obstinate look came into the boy's face, transforming it. The question startled him, and he had not understood a word of the conversation which had led up to it. What had they been talking about? He glanced furtively at his master. Maurice did not look at him. "Salvatore and Maddalena, signora," he answered, after a pause. Then he took the dish and went into the house.
Didn't I speak of it before?" "Si, signore. For the signora to ride when she comes back from Africa?" He smiled. "For a lady to ride," Maurice answered, looking at Maddalena. Salvatore made a clicking noise with his tongue, a noise that suggested eating. Then he spat vigorously and took from his jacket-pocket a long, black cigar. This was evidently going to be a great day for him.
He thought of their silence and their shadows, their beds made of the drifted leaves of the autumn. There, would be no disturbance, no clashing of wills and of interests, but calm and silence and the time to love. He glanced at Maddalena. He could hardly help imagining that she knew what he was thinking of. Salvatore had dropped behind for a moment.
Near it stood Salvatore, dressed in a dark-blue jersey, with a soft black hat tilted over his left ear, above which was stuck a yellow flower. Maddalena was in the doorway looking very demure. It was evident that the wink of Gaspare had been seen and comprehended. She stole a glance at Maurice but did not move.
Maurice saw that any denial was useless. "He knows! He knows!" If Maurice had not held Gaspare tightly the boy would have flung himself down headlong on the ground, to burst into one of those storms of weeping which swept upon him when he was fiercely wrought up. But Maurice would not let him have this relief. "Gaspare! Listen to me! What is he going to do? What is Salvatore going to do?"
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