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"Mi destan le dolcissime serate
Gli occhi do Rosa e il mar di Mergellina."
Dear happy, lovable youth that can sing to itself like that in the
deep night! Like that once Maurice, her sacred possession of youth,
sang. She felt a rush of tenderness for Ruffo, just because he was so
young, and sang--and brought back to her the piercing truth of the
everlasting renewal that goes hand in hand with the everlasting
passing away.
"Ruffo--Ruffo!"
Almost as Vere had once called "Pescator!" she called. And as Ruffo
had once come running up to Vere he came now to Vere's mother.
"Good-evening, Ruffo."
"Good-evening, Signora."
She was looking at the boy as at a mystery which yet she could
understand. And he looked at her simply, with a sort of fearless
gentleness, and readiness to receive the kindness which he knew dwealt
in her for him to take.
"Are you better?"
"Si, Signora, much better. The fever has gone. I am strong, you know."
"You are so young."
She could not help saying it, and her eyes were tender just then.


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