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an error of another order, and you, M. l’Abbé,
know this as well as I do.”
He looked at me attentively but said nothing.
“Now as to the Marquise. You were kind
enough to compliment me for what I have done
for her and I accept the compliment. Medically
speaking I have done nothing nor could anybody
else do anything. Deaf people suffer considerably
from their inforced isolation from others, specially
those who have no mental resources of their own
and they are in the majority. To distract their
attention from their misfortune is the only thing
one can do for them. The Marquise’s thoughts
are occupied with colitis instead of with deafness
and you have yourself seen with what result. I
myself am beginning to have quite enough of
colitis, and now since the Marquise is going to the
country, I am replacing it with a lap-dog, more
suitable to country-life.”
As he was going away, the Abbé turned in the
door and looked at me attentively.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-six.”
“Vous irez loin, mon fils! Vous irez loin!”
“Yes,” thought I. “I am going far, far
away, away from this humiliating life of humbug
and deceit, from all these artificial people, back
to the enchanting island, back to old Maria
Porta-Lettere, to Mastro Vincenzo and to Gioconda, to
clean my soul in the little white house high up on
the top of the cliff. How much longer am I going
to waste my time in this horrible town? When
is Sant’Antonio going to work his new miracle?
On my table lay a letter of good-bye, not
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