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CHAPTER XLI "Sei buon' Italiana?" Across what chasm did the words come to her? It seemed but a minutes and again many hours back, that she had asked that question of a little fellow, who, if he had looked up and nodded would have given her great joy, but who kept his face dark from her and with a sullen "Si" extinguished her last feeling of a desire for companionship with life. "Si," she replied, quite as sullenly, and without looking up. But when her hand was taken and other