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The Marchesino stood still.
"My dear Emilio," he said, staring at Artois with his great round
eyes, "you make me wonder whether you know women."
Artois felt amused.
"Really?" he said.
"Really! And yet you write books."
"Writing books does not always prove that one knows much. But explain
to me."
They began to stroll on the narrow space at the sea edge. Close by lay
the boat to which Ruffo belonged. The boy was already in it, and they
saw him strike a match and light one of the cigarettes. Then he lay
back at his ease, smoking, and staring up at the moon.
"A girl of sixteen is not a child, and I am sure the Signorina is
sixteen. But that is not all. Emilio, you do not know the Signorina."
Artois repressed a smile. The Marchesino was perfectly in earnest.
"And you--do you know the Signorina?" Artois asked.
"Certainly I know her," returned the Marchesino with gravity.
They reached Ruffo's boat. As they did so, the Marchesino glanced at
it with a certain knowing impudence that was peculiarly Neapolitan.


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