. He who steals (Colui che ruba) a story for the young . hair, callinghis name and clinging to the skirt of Mrs, Spadini who tried to raise her. 71 72 HE WHO STEALS When the maid announced the visit ofMarianna, Mr. Spadini was sure that theauthor of the theft was Mingo, and he felta sudden sentiment of aversion and of con-tempt for the fugitive who had betrayedhis hospitality. Stiff as a rod, cold, andfrowning, he looked at the woman withoutmoving to help her. But as his son lookedat him with tears in his eyes, he felt ashamedof himself. That woman is not to be blamed, hethought and going near
. He who steals (Colui che ruba) a story for the young . hair, callinghis name and clinging to the skirt of Mrs, Spadini who tried to raise her. 71 72 HE WHO STEALS When the maid announced the visit ofMarianna, Mr. Spadini was sure that theauthor of the theft was Mingo, and he felta sudden sentiment of aversion and of con-tempt for the fugitive who had betrayedhis hospitality. Stiff as a rod, cold, andfrowning, he looked at the woman withoutmoving to help her. But as his son lookedat him with tears in his eyes, he felt ashamedof himself. That woman is not to be blamed, hethought and going near her he tried to calmher. Dont go on like that, he said, bereasonable. We shall know soon where heis. We know nothing now, I assure did not advise him to go away. Youare right, he is only a boy, he is howeverstrong and healthy. Now dont cry. Weshall look for him. We shall telegraph tomy friends nearby. Well receive noticeimmediatelv. Come, Marianna! have cour- j j age! Be reasonable or you will make your-self ill. But the poor woman had But the poor woman had fainted. HE WHO STEALS 75 Mrs. Spadini gave a cry and bent overthe unhappy woman. Gino, trembling,went to call the servants. Marianna wascarried to the bedroom reserved for theguests while Mr. Spadini from the windowcalled to the gardener, Uncle Mark: Quick! Go and call Doctor Bruni! While Marianna, weaK and ill, was dress-ing herself to go to the Villa Spadini,Mingo, sitting on the edge of the path,sobbed with his face in his hands. He didnot notice that the dawn had awakened thefields and the workers of the fields. Hedid not hear the moving of the steers whowere at work ploughing the ground, nor thevoice of the man who drove them, nor asong of a girl, who sang in happy strains inthe lovely cool morning. The noise of iron shoes on the stony pathstartled him. Who are coming to arrest me? he askedhimself. But a donkey stopped with restless legs, 7 6 HE WHO STEALS and an old country-woman who was seatedon it
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