temper. He offered her that alpine farm facing the Grand Paradis where the girlhood of Joconda had been spent. He told her, if any thought of cities and of cultured life appalled her, she should have nothing of either; she should dwell there, under the glaciers, as free as any chamois, and since she had so proud and resolute a spirit she should owe him nothing, but maintain herself by her spinning or by any other work she chose. Only, if she would but come thither she would be safe; she would be no longer alone, she would be with good women, and the last wishes of Joconda would be fulfilled.
But Musa only laughed, deep down in her starry blue-black eyes.
'A Sicilian asked me the other day to go to his island,' she answered him; 'and he was a sailor, and he had a fast-sailing brig; and if there be a thing that I would care to have it is a vessel of any sort. But I said to him what I will say to you—I will not go from Maremma.'
'And how did he ask you to go with him?'
'Oh, he said he would marry me,' said Musa, indifferently. 'He owned the ship,
