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He had little pleasure in trusting to this girl of the Abruzzo hills, but he and his men were lost upon these moors, and might grope all night, and miss the meeting, and fail to join his comrades and surprise those who gathered at it. He reckoned upon fear as a sure agent to keep her true, as it kept his conscripts under arms. "Bid him take his hand off me," said Nerina, "or I do not move."
"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.
Only Nerina whispered to him once or twice in the fields, "Where is he gone? When will he come back?" "God knows!" he answered. Every evening that he saw the sun set beyond the purple line of the mountains which were heaped in their masses of marble and snow between him and the Patrimonium Petrus, he felt as if he could never bear another night.
Having ascertained every possible particular about his comet, he was now devoting himself with equal ardor to the analysis of all the properties of the satellite Nerina, to which he appeared to assert the same claim of proprietorship.
The girl seemed a good, quiet, tame little thing, and said her paternosters as she should do. But Nerina did not sleep. She was stifled in this little close room with its one shuttered window. She who was used to sleeping with the fresh fragrant air of the dark fields blowing over her in her loft, felt the sour, stagnant atmosphere take her like a hand by the throat.
I slept heavily; she must have unlocked the door, for it was undone at dawn; her bed is empty, she has not returned." "You speak of Nerina?" "Of Nerina, reverence. I did all I could. It was not my fault. She was like a hawk in a cage." "I am grieved," he said; and he thought: "Is it Adone?" He feared so. "Is she not at the Terra Vergine?" he asked. Alaida shook her head. "No, reverend sir.
Gianna had muttered mumbled, rebellious words; he did not seem other than a child to her; she had been one of those present at this birth on the shining sands of the Edera. He could not sleep. He could only listen to the distant murmur of the river. With dawn the women awoke. Nerina came running down the steep stone stair and went to let out and feed her charges, the fowls.
Nerina was convinced that at his call the whole of the Valdedera would rise full-armed, and that no hostile power on earth would dare to touch the water. To her any miracle seemed possible. Whatever he ordered, she did. She had neither fear nor hesitation.
"Perhaps, with time, your mother may soften to her; but I doubt it." "The house is mine," said Adone sullenly. "She shall not keep Nerina out of it." "You certainly cannot turn your mother away from her own hearth," replied Don Silverio with contempt. "I tell you I will take the girl to some place in Ruscino where she will be safe for the present time.
As he went out of the priest's house in that dazzling light, a hand caught his sleeve and that young flutelike voice of which he had thought murmured to him "Adone! what tidings? What has he told you?" Nerina, having run across the bridge and up the street after the little dog, had seen him and Don Silverio enter, and had waited for Adone to come out of the house. Adone pushed her away.
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