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His thoughts were not such as he could utter aloud in the priest's presence; and he heard nothing that was said; he heard only little Nerina's voice saying: "Could we not kill these men?" That flutelike whisper seemed to him to sigh with the very voice of the river itself. Don Silverio rose, his patience, great as it was, exhausted.
"Shall sup of it and drown!" The little girl added the words with a fierce joy in her great bright eyes. "Hush!" said Adone, "and get you homeward, and tell my mother that Don Silverio has returned, and that I will come back to my work in a little while. Tell her he says there is no hope." Nerina obeyed him instantly, her bare feet flying over the stones of the street.
Should he tell Adone this or not? Would the knowledge of his ancestry put a thorn in the boy's contented heart? Would it act as a spur to higher things, or be merely as the useless sting of a nettle? Who could say? Don Silverio remembered the gorgeous dreams of his own youth; and what had been their issue?
"Neither you nor I have millions," said Don Silverio with bitterness. "It is with no other weapon that men can fight successfully now." Adone had risen to his feet; he was pale as a corpse, only the blood was set in his forehead. "Is it true, then?" he muttered. "Do they mean to come here?" "Yes." "Who are they? Jews?" "Jews and Gentiles.
He paused again, for he did not see upon Don Silverio's countenance that flattered and rejoiced expression which he expected; there was even upon it a look of scorn. He regretted that he had said so much. "I thank your Excellency for so benevolent an interest in my poor personality," said Don Silverio. "But with the King's government I have nothing to do.
In the night which followed on the fourteenth day of the Vicar's absence, Adone, unable either to rest or to labour, went into his cattle-stalls and fed and watered all the animals, then he crossed the river and went along its north bank by the same path which he had followed with Don Silverio two weeks earlier.
"Do you think that it is fitting for you to have secrets from me, your confessor?" Nernia was silent; her rosy mouth was closed firmly. It was very terrible to have to displease and disobey Don Silverio; but she would not speak, not if she should burn in everlasting flames for ever. "Take her away. Take her to Alaida," he said wearily to Gianna. "She only obeys Adone, sir," said the old woman.
Don Silverio listened with pain and indignation. "What is he about to risk a female child on such errands? And why is his mother in such vehement haste to say cruel words and think unjust and untrue things?" "They are unjust and untrue, sir, are they not?" said Gianna.
"We must not even say such a thing," said Adone bitterly, in whose ears the rebuke of Don Silverio still rang. "In these days everything is denied us, even speech. If we take our rights we are caged in their prisons." "But what will you do, then?" "For the moment I wait to learn more. These things are done in the dark, or at least in no light that we can see.
"Terra Vergine Commune of Ruscino owners Alba from 1620 family of good report regular taxpayers sixty hectares land productive; value just so humph, humph, humph!" Then he laid down the documents and looked at Don Silverio from over his spectacles. "I conclude, most reverend, that you come empowered by this young man to treat with us?"
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