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"I know."
"And you never called me, Madre!" Vere looked openly hurt. "Why didn't
you?"
In truth, Hermione hardly knew. Surely it had been Emile who had led
them away from the singing voice of Ruffo.
"Ruffo was singing."
"A song about Mergellina. Did you hear it? I do like it and the way he
sings it."
The annoyance had gone from her face at the thought of the song.
"And when he sings he looks so careless and gay. Did you listen?"
"Yes, for a moment, and then we went away. I think it was Emile who
made us go. He didn't want to disturb you, I think."
"I understand."
Vere's face softened. Again Hermione felt a creeping jealousy at her
heart. Vere had surely been annoyed with her, but now she knew that it
was Emile who had not wished to disturb the /tete-a-tete/ on the cliff
she did not mind. She even looked as if she were almost touched. Could
the mother be wrong where the mere friend was right? She felt, when
Vere spoke and her expression changed, the secret understanding from
which she was excluded.


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