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Chapter 13

           Shemurmured

           “Giveupthepalazzo,Giovanni,andthevineyardonthehills,forwhichwearestarvingourlove.”

           Sheceased,seeingLindastandingsilentatthecornerofthehouse.

           Nostromoturnedtohisaffiancedwifewithagreeting,andwasamazedathersunkeneyes,atherhollowcheeks,attheairofillnessandanguishinherface.

           “Haveyoubeenill?”heasked,tryingtoputsomeconcernintothisquestion.

           Herblackeyesblazedathim.“AmIthinner?”sheasked.

           “Yesperhapsalittle.”

           “Andolder?”

           “Everydaycountsforallofus.”

           “Ishallgogrey,Ifear,beforetheringisonmyfinger,”shesaid,slowly,keepinghergazefasteneduponhim.

           Shewaitedforwhathewouldsay,rollingdownherturned-upsleeves.

           “Nofearofthat,”hesaid,absently.

           Sheturnedawayasifithadbeensomethingfinal,andbusiedherselfwithhouseholdcareswhileNostromotalkedwithherfather.ConversationwiththeoldGaribaldinowasnoteasy.Agehadlefthisfacultiesunimpaired,onlytheyseemedtohavewithdrawnsomewheredeepwithinhim.Hisanswerswereslowincoming,withaneffectofaugustgravity.Butthatdayhewasmoreanimated,quicker;thereseemedtobemorelifeintheoldlion.Hewasuneasyfortheintegrityofhishonour.

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