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Viola
coughed
,
turning
his
face
away
from
the
dust
,
and
shaking
his
head
slightly
.
"
There
will
be
some
horse-catching
to
be
done
before
to-night
,
"
he
muttered
.
In
the
square
of
sunlight
falling
through
the
door
Signora
Teresa
,
kneeling
before
the
chair
,
had
bowed
her
head
,
heavy
with
a
twisted
mass
of
ebony
hair
streaked
with
silver
,
into
the
palm
of
her
hands
.
The
black
lace
shawl
she
used
to
drape
about
her
face
had
dropped
to
the
ground
by
her
side
.
The
two
girls
had
got
up
,
hand-in-hand
,
in
short
skirts
,
their
loose
hair
falling
in
disorder
.
The
younger
had
thrown
her
arm
across
her
eyes
,
as
if
afraid
to
face
the
light
.
Linda
,
with
her
hand
on
the
other
's
shoulder
,
stared
fearlessly
.
Viola
looked
at
his
children
.
The
sun
brought
out
the
deep
lines
on
his
face
,
and
,
energetic
in
expression
,
it
had
the
immobility
of
a
carving
.
It
was
impossible
to
discover
what
he
thought
.
Bushy
grey
eyebrows
shaded
his
dark
glance
.
"
Well
!
And
do
you
not
pray
like
your
mother
?
"
Linda
pouted
,
advancing
her
red
lips
,
which
were
almost
too
red
;
but
she
had
admirable
eyes
,
brown
,
with
a
sparkle
of
gold
in
the
irises
,
full
of
intelligence
and
meaning
,
and
so
clear
that
they
seemed
to
throw
a
glow
upon
her
thin
,
colourless
face
.
There
were
bronze
glints
in
the
sombre
clusters
of
her
hair
,
and
the
eyelashes
,
long
and
coal
black
,
made
her
complexion
appear
still
more
pale
.
"
Mother
is
going
to
offer
up
a
lot
of
candles
in
the
church
.
She
always
does
when
Nostromo
has
been
away
fighting
.
I
shall
have
some
to
carry
up
to
the
Chapel
of
the
Madonna
in
the
Cathedral
.
"
She
said
all
this
quickly
,
with
great
assurance
,
in
an
animated
,
penetrating
voice
.
Then
,
giving
her
sister
's
shoulder
a
slight
shake
,
she
added
--
"
And
she
will
be
made
to
carry
one
,
too
!
"
"
Why
made
?
"
inquired
Giorgio
,
gravely
.
