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You advise me to brazen the dina giacca out, to swagger it off?" "I don't understand, Signorino," said Marietta. "To understand is to forgive," said he; "and yet you can't trifle with English servants like this, though they ought to understand, ought n't they? In any case, I 'll be guided by your judgment. I'll wear my dina giacca, but I'll wear it with an air!
"The Signorino told me to take the little pig away, to find a home for him. And I told the Signorino that I would take him to my nephew, who is a farmer, towards Fogliamo. The Signorino remembers?" "Yes," answered Peter. "Yes, you dear old thing. I remember." Marietta drew a deep breath, summoned her utmost fortitude. "Well, I did not take him to my nephew. The the Signorino ate him."
And the attitude woke up in him a desire that was fierce in its intensity the desire to teach Maddalena the great realities of love. "Hi yi yi yi yi!" Faintly there came to them a cry across the sea. "Gaspare!" Maurice said. He turned his head. In the darkness, high up, he saw a light, descending, ascending, then describing a wild circle. "Hi yi yi yi!" "Row back, signorino!
"Come here my Gonerilla, and hold my skein for me. Signor Graziano is going to charm us with one of his delightful airs." "I hoped she would sing," faltered the signorino. "Who? Gonerilla? Nonsense, my friend. She winds silk much better than she sings." Goneril laughed. She was not at all offended. But Signor Graziano made several mistakes in his playing. At last he left the piano.
The Signorino and Antonio, though want of wind obliged them to row the whole way from Venice, had reached Chioggia an hour before, and stood waiting to receive us on the quay. It is a quaint town this Chioggia, which has always lived a separate life from that of Venice.
But from that day one might have dated a certain assumption of youthfulness in his manners. At cards it was always the signorino and Goneril against the two elder ladies; in his conversation, too, it was to the young girl that he constantly appealed, as if she were his natural companion she, and not his friends of thirty years.
When, about eight o'clock, the door-bell rang, Goneril blushed, Madame Petrucci gave a pretty little shriek, Miss Prunty jumped up and rang for coffee. A moment afterward the signorino entered. While he was greeting her hostesses Goneril cast a rapid glance at him. He was tall for an Italian, rather bent and rather gray; fifty at least therefore very old.
But how late it must be! How many hours had already fled away! Maurice scarcely dared to look at his watch. He feared to see the time. While they walked he said nothing to Maddalena, but when they reached the bank he took her arm and helped her up it, and when they were at the top he drew a long breath. "Are you tired, signorino?" "Tired yes, of all those people.
You are giving me a chance which I should be glad of, except that it involves your suffering to show my affection for you, and my gratitude." "There, dear," said the Cardinal to her, "you see the Signorino makes nothing of that. Now the next thing. Go on." "I have to ask the Signorino's forgiveness for my impertinence," whispered Marietta. "Impertinence ?" faltered Peter.
"Yes, yes," he said a little testily; "unless and I pray it may not be so unless you ever need the help of an old friend." "Dear Signor Graziano!" "And now you will sing me my 'Nobil Amore'?" "I will do anything you like!" The signorino sighed and looked at her for a minute. Then he led her into the little parlour where Madame Petrucci was singing shrilly in the twilight. "But why not?
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