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"This is my daughter, Vere," Hermione said. "Vere, this is the
Marchese Isidoro Panacci, a friend of Monsieur Emile's."
The Marchesino went to kiss Vere's hand, but she said:
"I'm very sorry--look!"
She showed him that they were full of cigarettes, and so escaped from
the little ceremony. For those watching it was impossible to know
whether she wished to avoid the formal salutation of the young man's
lips or not.
"Here, Ruffo!" she said. She went up to the boy. "Put your hands
together."
Ruffo gladly obeyed. He curved his brown hands into a cup, and Vere
filled this cup with the big cigarettes, while Hermione, Artois, and
the Marchesino looked on; each one of them with a fixed attention
which--surely--the action scarcely merited. But there was something
about those two, Vere and the boy, which held the eyes and the mind.
"Good-night, Ruffo. You must carry them to the boat. They'll be
crushed if you put them into your trousers-pocket."
"Si, Signorina!"
He waited a moment.


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