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I wish you all our luck, my dears!"
All simpered or laughed, and Martina's brow smoothed.
"Now I see that I can still make you smile at misfortune," continued
the Doctor, "I will tell you something comforting. As I came along, I
met Paolo, the olive-merchant, who offered me a franc more a sack than
he did to any one else, because he knows our olives are of a superior
quality."
Signora Martina smiled rather a grim smile at this compliment to her
olives.
"But I told him," went on Doctor Morani, with a certain look of pride,
"that we were not going to sell; we intended to make oil for
ourselves. And so we will, Martina, with the olives that have been
blown down, hoping the best for those still on the trees. Now let us
talk of something more pleasant. Pasqualina, suppose you tell us a
story; you are our best hand, I believe."
"I am sure, Signor Dottore, I have nothing worth your listening to,"
answered Pasqualina, blushing.
"Tell us about the ghost your uncle saw," suggested another of the
girls.


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