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           Ha!ha!Nomatterhowfairthewoman,itgallsalittle.Liberty,liberty.There’smorethanonekind!Hehassaidthegreatword,andsonGian’Battistaisnottame.”HeseemedtobeinstructingthemotionlessandscaredGiselle....“Amanshouldnotbetame,”headded,dogmaticallyoutofthedoorway.Herstillnessandsilenceseemedtodispleasehim.“Donotgivewaytotheenviousnessofyoursister’slot,”headmonishedher,verygrave,inhisdeepvoice.

           Presentlyhehadtocometothedooragaintocallinhisyoungerdaughter.Itwaslate.Heshoutedhernamethreetimesbeforesheevenmovedherhead.Leftalone,shehadbecomethehelplesspreyofastonishment.ShewalkedintothebedroomshesharedwithLindalikeapersonprofoundlyasleep.ThataspectwassomarkedthatevenoldGiorgio,spectacled,raisinghiseyesfromtheBible,shookhisheadassheshutthedoorbehindher.

           Shewalkedrightacrosstheroomwithoutlookingatanything,andsatdownatoncebytheopenwindow.Linda,stealingdownfromthetowerintheexuberanceofherhappiness,foundherwithalightedcandleatherback,facingtheblacknightfullofsighinggustsofwindandthesoundofdistantshowers—atruenightofthegulf,toodensefortheeyeofGodandthewilesofthedevil.Shedidnotturnherheadattheopeningofthedoor.

           TherewassomethinginthatimmobilitywhichreachedLindainthedepthsofherparadise.Theeldersisterguessedangrily:thechildisthinkingofthatwretchedRamirez.