CHAPTER XXXIX.
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HE day following she said to him:
'There is no more flour and there is no more wine; I must go to Telamone. I have a roll of cloth that I have spun to sell. Shall I go today?'
He looked at her in doubt.
'Do you go to meet the Sicilian sailor?' he said bitterly, and was ashamed of himself as he did so.
'It is not fair to say so to me,' she answered him patiently. 'Though I did meet him, what would it matter? I have no eyes that see him. Wherever I go it is you who go with me. You know that.'
'I know I am not worthy of your answer!' he said with instant repentance.
