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were his divinities; but he tolerated ‘superstition’ in women,
preserving in these matters a lofty and silent attitude.
His two girls, the eldest fourteen, and the other two years
younger, crouched on the sanded floor, on each side of the
Signora Teresa, with their heads on their mother’s lap, both
scared, but each in her own way, the dark-haired Linda in-
dignant and angry, the fair Giselle, the younger, bewildered
and resigned. The Patrona removed her arms, which em-
braced her daughters, for a moment to cross herself and
wring her hands hurriedly. She moaned a little louder.
‘Oh! Gian’ Battista, why art thou not here? Oh! why art
thou not here?’
She was not then invoking the saint himself, but call-
ing upon Nostromo, whose patron he was. And Giorgio,
motionless on the chair by her side, would be provoked by
these reproachful and distracted appeals.
‘Peace, woman! Where’s the sense of it? There’s his duty,’
he murmured in the dark; and she would retort, panting—
‘Eh! I have no patience. Duty! What of the woman who
has been like a mother to him? I bent my knee to him this
morning; don’t you go out, Gian’ Battista—stop in the house,
Battistino—look at those two little innocent children!’
Mrs. Viola was an Italian, too, a native of Spezzia, and
though considerably younger than her husband, already
middle-aged. She had a handsome face, whose complex-
ion had turned yellow because the climate of Sulaco did not
suit her at all. Her voice was a rich contralto. When, with
her arms folded tight under her ample bosom, she scolded
the squat, thick-legged China girls handling linen, pluck-

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