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You know
that."
"Oh, it was all very well when the Signorina was a little girl, a
child, Signora," he said, almost hotly. "But now it is different. It
is quite different."
Suddenly Hermione understood. She remembered what Vere had said about
Gaspare being jealous. He must certainly be thinking of the boy-diver,
of Ruffo.
"You think the Signorina oughtn't to talk to the fishermen?" she said.
"What do we know of the fishermen of Naples, Signora? We are not
Neapolitans. We are strangers here. We do not know their habits. We do
not know what they think. They are different from us. If we were in
Sicily! I am a Sicilian. I can tell. But when men come from Naples
saying they are Sicilians, how can I tell whether they are ruffiani or
not?"
Gaspare's inner thought stood revealed.
"I see, Gaspare," Hermione said, quietly. "You think I should not have
let the Signorina talk to that boy the other day. But I saw him
myself, and I gave the Signorina leave to take him some cigarettes.


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