hey--had they failed her? Was that possible?
"They didn't tell me," she repeated, piteously, speaking now only for
herself and to her own soul. "They didn't tell me!"
Maddalena shook her head like one in sympathy or agreement. But Hermione
did not see the movement. She no longer saw Maddalena. She saw only
herself, and those two, whom she had trusted so completely, and--who had
not told her.
What had they not told her?
And then she was in Africa, beside the bed of Artois, ministering to him
in the torrid heat, driving away the flies from his white face.
What had been done in the Garden of Paradise while she had been in
exile?
She turned suddenly sick. Her body felt ashamed, defiled. A shutter
seemed to be sharply drawn across her eyes, blotting out life. Her head
was full of sealike noises.
Presently, from among these noises, one detached itself, pushed itself,
as it were, forward to attract forcibly her attention--the sound of a
boy's voice.
"Signora! Signora!"
"Signora!"
A hand touched her, gripped her.
"Signora!"
The shutter was sharply drawn back from her eyes, and she saw Ruffo.
He stood before her, gazing at her. His hair, wet from the sea, was
plastered down upon his brown forehead--as _his_ hair had been when, in
the night, they drew him from the sea.
She saw Ruffo in that moment as if for the first time.
And she knew. Ruffo had told her.
CHAPTER XXXVII
Hermione was outside in the street, hearing the cries of ambulant
sellers, the calls of women and children, the tinkling bells and the
rumble of the trams, and the voice of Fabiano Lari speaking--was it to
her?
"Signora, did you see him?"
"Yes."
"He is glad to be out of prison. He is gay, but he looks wicked."
She did not understand what he meant. She walked on and came into the
road that leads to the tunnel. She turned mechanically towards the
tunnel, drawn by the darkness.
"But, Signora, this is not the way! This is the way to Fuorigrotta!"
"Oh!"
She went towards the sea. She was thinking of the green parrot expanding
and contracting the pupils of its round, ironic eyes.
"Was Maddalena pleased to see him? Was Donna Teresa pleased?"
Hermione stood still.
"What are you talking about?"
"Signora! About Antonio Bernari, who has just come home from prison!
Didn't you see him? But you were there--in the house!"
"Oh--yes, I saw him. A rivederci!"
"Ma--"
"A rivederci!"
She felt in her pu
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