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Now she no longer felt frightened, but she had a passionate wish to go
down to the boat, to see Ruffo again, to be with him again, now that
she was awake to this strange, and perhaps only faint, imitation by
another of the one whom she had lost. No--not imitation; this
fragmentary reproduction of some characteristic, some--
She lifted herself up from the railing. And now she knew that her eyes
were wet. She wiped them with her handkerchief, drew a deep breath,
and went back to the house. She felt for the handle of the door, and,
when she found it, opened the door, went in, and shut it rather
heavily, then locked it. As she bent down to push home the bolt at the
bottom a voice called out:
"Who's there?"
She was startled and turned quickly.
"Gaspare!"
He stood before her half dressed, with his hair over his eyes, and a
revolver in his hand.
"Signora! It is you!"
"Si. What did you think? That it was a robber?"
Gaspare looked at her almost sternly, went to the door, bent down and
bolted it, then he said:
"Signora, I heard a noise in the house a few minutes ago.


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