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Linda had a good share of the Viola stoicism. She resolvedto say nothing. But woman-like she put passion intoher stoicism. Giselle’s short answers, prompted by fearfulcaution, drove her beside herself by their curtness that resembleddisdain. One day she flung herself upon the chairin which her indolent sister was lying and impressed themark of her teeth at the base of the whitest neck in Sulaco.Giselle cried out. But she had her share of the Viola heroism.Ready to faint with terror, she only said, in a lazy voice,‘Madre de Dios! Are you going to eat me alive, Linda?’ Andthis outburst passed off leaving no trace upon the situation.‘She knows nothing. She cannot know any thing,’ reflectedGiselle. ‘Perhaps it is not true. It cannot be true,’ Linda triedto persuade herself.But when she saw Captain Fidanza for the first time afterher meeting with the distracted Ramirez, the certitude ofher misfortune returned. She watched him from the doorwaygo away to his boat, asking herself stoically, ‘Will theymeet to-night?’ She made up her mind not to leave the towerfor a second. When he had disappeared she came out andsat down by her father.The venerable Garibaldino felt, in his own words, ‘ayoung man yet.’ In one way or another a good deal of talkabout Ramirez had reached him of late; and his contemptand dislike of that man who obviously was not what his sonwould have been, had made him restless. He slept very littlenow; but for several nights past instead of reading—or onlysitting, with Mrs. Gould’s silver spectacles on his nose, beforethe open Bible, he had been prowling actively all about