"Salvatore and Maddalena."
And afterwards--Maurice had said something. Her mind went in search,
seized its prey.
"They're quite friends of ours. We saw them at the fair only
yesterday."
Maurice had said that. She could hear his voice saying it.
"I'm rested now."
She was speaking to Fabiano. They were walking on again among the
chattering people. They had come to the wooden station where the tram-
lines converge.
"Is it this way?"
"Si, Signora, quite near the Grotto. Take care, Signora."
"It's all right. Thank you."
They had crossed now and were walking up the street that leads
directly to the tunnel, whose mouth confronted them in the distance.
Hermione felt as if they were going to enter it, were going to walk
down it to the great darkness which seemed to wait for her, to beckon
her. But presently Fabiano turned to the right, and they came into a
street leading up the hill, and stopped almost immediately before a
tall house.
"Antonio and Maddalena live here, Signora.
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