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"No," he answered slowly; "very little, I think; very little, as you will see." Here Captain Jo interrupted us. He had stepped back to steady the wheel, but I fancy that the word silenzio must have reached him, and that, small Italian though he knew, with this particular word the voyage had made him bitterly acquainted. "Dumb!" he shouted. "Dumb as gutted haddocks!" "Dumb!"
"It is dreadful to be entangled with low-class people. He saw it all." Tapping Phaethon's back with her guide-book, she said, "Silenzio!" and offered him a franc. "Va bene," he replied, and accepted it. As well this ending to his day as any. But Lucy, a mortal maid, was disappointed in him. There was an explosion up the road.
Then Gaspare seemed struck by hesitation. "Perhaps " he began. "You are not accustomed to the rocks, signore, and " "Silenzio!" cried Maurice, bending down and pulling off his boots and stockings. "Do like this, signore!" Gaspare slung his boots and stockings round his neck. Maurice imitated him. "And now give me your hand so without pulling." "But you hadn't " "Give me your hand, signore!"
"No, no it would be too dreadful." Mystified and offended, Blake defended his statement forcibly. "Believe it or not, as you please, it is true. That night in Sicily he came among the brigands who held me prisoner. They were talking excitedly. He cried, 'Silenzio! in a voice I can never forget. To-night he was gambling, and he lost heavily.
Wed this voice to the poetry, and it finds passage 'twixt your ribs, as on the point of a driven blade. Do I cry the sweetness and the coolness of my melons? Not I! Try them." The signorina put her hand out for the scroll he was unfolding, and cast her eyes along bars of music, while Agostino called a "Silenzio tutti!" She sang one verse, and stopped for breath.
Presently they came to a broad stone staircase, at the head of which "Silenzio" was written over an archway that led into a corridor so long and wide as to seem a world of empty space; on either side was an unending row of doors, all of them closed. On many of the doors were inscriptions in Latin: eight, one after the other, were marked, "Visitator primus, secundus," etc.
There are trees and thickets to add to the bewilderment of the place, to make it veritably the silenzio verde of the poet. And with the ineffable tact which marks the lighting of the Fair, this serene spot is left almost, but not quite, to the dim loveliness of night. The glow that is given its full value elsewhere is here at its faintest.
He did not remember leaving the place, but found the cool night air fanning fresh upon his face as he lurched blindly down the dark street, within his eyes the picture of a scowling, black-browed visage; in his ears that hoarse, unforgettable command, "Silenzio!"
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