74/83 Suddenly she fancied she heard Chieco saying good-bye. She shuddered, and removed her hands from her face, which was ghostly, under her disordered hair. But, instead, the first gay notes of the _Curricolo Napoletano_ burst forth; that was the piece Chieco always played last. She started to her feet, and spoke convulsively, tearlessly. If possible make him stay where he is. |