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But she is not blonde, she is not cold. And
when she laughs! Her teeth are not like the keys of a piano from
Bordicelli's. And she is full of passion, of flame, of sentiment, as I
am. And she is young, perhaps sixteen. Do you know her? Present me,
Emilio! I have presented you to all my friends."
"Mio caro, you have made me your debtor for life."
"It isn't true!"
"Indeed it is true. But I do not know who these ladies are. They may
be Italians. They may be tourists. Perhaps to-morrow they will have
left Naples. Or they may come from Sorrento, Capri. How can I tell who
they are?"
The Marchesino suddenly changed. His ardor vanished. His gesticulating
hands fell to his sides. His expressive face grew melancholy.
"Of course. How can you tell? Directly I was out of the sea and
dressed, I went to Santa Lucia. I examined every boat, but the white
boat with the green line was not there, Basta!"
He lit a fresh cigarette and was silent for a moment. Then he said:
"Emilio caro, will you come out with me to-night?"
"With pleasure.


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