But her eyes! Why, Signorina, she has the evil eye!" This Lisetta
said in a whisper, while Giovanni shrugged his shoulders bravely, and
little Roberto cuddled closer to Mae.
"Yes," continued Lisetta, "and so no one knows exactly about her eyes,
not daring to look directly into them, but as nearly as I can make out
they are black, and have a soft veil over them, so that you would think
at first they were just about to cry, when suddenly, fires creep up and
burn out the drops, and leave her hot and angry and scorching.
"She must be terrible," cried Mae, with a sudden shrinking.
"She IS terrible," replied Lisetta, "but then she is very clever. You
will see if she is not clever when you hear the story I shall now tell
you," and Lisetta laughed, and showed her own one double chin, with its
two little round dimples. Then she smoothed down her peasant apron, bade
Giovanni leave off pinching Roberto, and commenced.
"The government hates the banditti," began Lisetta, wisely, "and indeed
it should," and she looked gravely at Giovanni, "for they are very wild
men, who live reckless bad lives, and steal, and are quite dreadful.
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