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Title: The humour of Italy;
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: Werner, Alice, 1859-1935 Faldi, Arturo, 1856-
Subjects: Italian wit and humor
Publisher: London, W. Scott ltd.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ongue appreciatively against hispalate. Ciavola asked, What are you going to do with it ? Salt it down, replied La Bravetta, in a voice whichtrembled with greedy delight of future banquets. Going to salt it ? cried Ristabilito suddenly. Goingto salt it ? But, Cia, did you ever see any man so stupid asthis fellow ? To let such a chance slip ! La Bravetta, quite dumfoundered, stared first at one andthen at the other with his calf-like eyes. Donna Pelagge has always kept you under her thumb,continued Ristabilito. This time she cant see you; whyshouldnt you sell the pig, and then well feast on the money. But Pelagge ? stammered La Bravetta, who was filledwith an immense consternation by the image of his wrathfulwife presented to his minds eye. Tell her that the pig was stolen, said Ciavola, with agesture of impatience. La Bravetta shuddered. Mow am I to go home and tell her that ? Pelaggewont believe me—shell drive me—shell . . . You dontknow what Pelagge is ! MASTRO PEPPES MAGIC. 157
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158 ITALIAN HUMOUR. Uh ! Pelagge ! uh ! uh ! Donna Pelagge ! jeered thetwo arch-plotters in chorus. And then Ristabilito, imitatingPeppes whining voice, and his wifes sharp and stridentone, acted a comic scene in which Peppe was utterly routed,scolded, and finally cuffed like a naughty boy. Ciavola walked round the pig, scarcely able to move forlaughing. The unfortunate butt, seized with a violent fit ofsneezing, waved his arms helplessly, trying to interrupt thedramatic representation. All the window-panes trembledwith the noise. The flaming sunset streamed in on threevery different human faces. When Ristabilito stopped, Ciavola said— Well, lets go away ! If youll stay to have supper began Mastro Peppe, somewhat constrainedly. No, no, my dear boy, interrupted Ciavola, as he turnedtowards the door, you do as Pelagge tells you, and salt the pig. As the two friends walked along the road Ristabilito said to Ciavola— Compare, shall we steal that pig to-night ? How ? said Ciavola. I kn

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