She gave a little low laugh.

"So you think I--"

He stopped. What need was there to go on? She had read him and was openly

rejoicing in what she thought his slyness.

"And my father," she added, "is a fox of the sea, signore. Ask Gaspare if

there is another who is like him. You will see! When they stop playing at

dawn the twenty-five lire will be in his pocket!"

She spoke with pride.

"But Gaspare is so lucky," said Maurice.

"Gaspare is only a boy. How can he cheat better than my father?"

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"They cheat, then!"

"Of course, when they can. Why not, madonna!"

Maurice burst out laughing.

"And you call me birbante!" he said.

"To know what my father loves best! Signorino! Signorino!"

She shook her out-stretched forefinger to and fro near her nose, smiling,

with her head a little on one side like a crafty child.

"But why, Maddalena--why should I wish your father to play cards till the

dawn. Tell me that! Why should not I wish him, all of us, to go to bed?"

"You are not sleepy, signorino!"

"I shall be in the morning when it's time to fish."

"Then perhaps you will not fish."

"But I must. That is why I have stayed here to-night, to be ready to go

to sea in the morning."

She said nothing, only smiled again. He felt a longing to shake her in

joke. She was such a child now. And yet a few minutes ago her dark eyes

had lured him, and he had felt almost as if in seeking her he sought a

mystery.

"Don't you believe me?" he asked.

But she only answered, with her little gesture of smiling rebuke: "Signorino! Signorino!"

He did not protest, for now they were down by the sea, and saw the

fishing-boats swaying gently on the water.

"Get in Maddalena. I will row."

He untied the rope, while she stepped lightly in, then he pushed the boat

off, jumping in himself from the rocks.

"You are like a fisherman, signore," said Maddalena.

He smiled and drew the great bladed oars slowly through the calm water,

leaning towards her with each stroke and looking into her eyes.

"I wish I were really a fisherman," he said, "like your father!"

"Why, signore?" she asked, in astonishment.

"Because it's a free life, because it's a life I should love."




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