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Updated: May 18, 2025
Gaspare had gone down on the donkey to Marechiaro to buy a bottle of Marsala, which Lucrezia demanded for the making of a zampaglione, and Lucrezia was upon the mountain-side spreading linen to dry in the sun. It was nearly the end of May now, and the trees in the ravine were thick with all their leaves.
"And then, signora, I said to Lucrezia, 'the padrona loves Zampaglione, and you must be sure to " "Wait, Gaspare! I thought I heard Yes, it is, it is! Hush! Maurice listen!"
"Haven't I, signorino?" cried Gaspare, undoubling himself, pointing to his middleman, and staring hard at Maurice. "Si, si! È vero, è vero!" cried Maurice. "I've been eating Zampaglione, and I am full. If I go into the sea to-night I shall die." "Mamma mia!" ejaculated Nito, throwing up his hands towards the stars.
He would walk up the hill to the village of Posilipo, then turn down to the left, past the entrance to the Villa Rosebery, and go to the Antico Giuseppone, where he could dine by the waterside. It was quiet there, he knew; and he could have a cutlet and a zampaglione, a cup of coffee and a cigar, and sit and watch the night fall. And when it had fallen?
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