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Artois
wondered if Vere knew who was the singer. She did not leave him long
in doubt.
"Now's our chance, Monsieur Emile!" she said, suddenly, leaning
towards him. "Row to the island for your life, or the Marchesino will
catch us!"
Without a word he bent to the oars.
"How absurd the Marchesino is!"
Vere spoke aloud, released from fear.
"Absurd? He is Neapolitan."
"Very well, then! The Neapolitans are absurd!" said Vere, with
decision. "And what a voice! Ruffo doesn't sing like that. That
shaking sounds--sounds so artificial."
"And yet I dare say he is very much in earnest."
Artois was almost pleading a cause against his will.
"Oh!"
The girl gave almost a little puff that suggested a rather childish
indignation.
"I like the people best," she added. "They say what they feel simply,
and it means ever so much more. Am I a democrat?"
He could not help laughing.
"Chi lo sa? An Anarchist perhaps."
She laughed too.
"Bella tu si--Bella tu si! It's too absurd! One would think--"
"What, Vere?"
"Never mind.


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