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announce the death of her aunt. While Maria
Porta-Lettere was wandering from house to house
with the telegram the excitement in the village
increased more and more, and soon all work
ceased. A rumour that war had broken out
between Italy and the Turks was contradicted at
noon by another rumour brought on naked
boy’s feet from Capri that the king had been
assassinated in Rome. The Municipal Council
was urgently summoned but Don Diego, the
sindaco, decided to postpone unfolding the flag
at half-mast until another telegram confirmed the
sad news. Shortly before sunset Maria
Porta-Lettere, escorted by a crowd of notables of both
sexes, arrived with the telegram at San Michele.
I looked at the telegram and said it was not for
me. Who was it for? I said I did not know, I
had never heard of any living or dead person
afflicted with a similar name, it was not a name, it
seemed an alphabet in an unknown tongue.
Wouldn’t I try to read the telegram and tell
what was in it? No, I would not, I hated
telegrams. I did not want to have anything to do
with it? Was it true there was war between
Italy and the Turks? yelled the crowd under the
garden wall.
I did not know, I did not care in the least if
there was a war as long as I was left in peace to
dig in my garden.
Old Maria Porta-Lettere sank down dejectedly
on the column of cipollino, she said she had been
on her legs with the telegram since daybreak
with nothing to eat, she could no more. She had
besides to go and feed the cow. Would I take
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