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eyes staring, necks extended, nostrils red, long tails streaming.As soon as they had leaped upon the road the thick dustflew upwards from under their hoofs, and within six yardsof Giorgio only a brown cloud with vague forms of necksand cruppers rolled by, making the soil tremble on its passage.Viola coughed, turning his face away from the dust, andshaking his head slightly.‘There will be some horse-catching to be done before tonight,’he muttered.In the square of sunlight falling through the door SignoraTeresa, 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 usedto drape about her face had dropped to the ground by herside. The two girls had got up, hand-in-hand, in short skirts,their loose hair falling in disorder. The younger had thrownher 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 deeplines on his face, and, energetic in expression, it had the immobilityof a carving. It was impossible to discover what hethought. Bushy grey eyebrows shaded his dark glance.‘Well! And do you not pray like your mother?’Linda pouted, advancing her red lips, which were almosttoo red; but she had admirable eyes, brown, with a sparkleof gold in the irises, full of intelligence and meaning, andso clear that they seemed to throw a glow upon her thin,colourless face. There were bronze glints in the sombre clus-