At the door she blew a kiss to them, and darted away.
In the courtyard Frascatti saw her gliding out and discreetly turned his head the other way.
Tato took the old road, circling around the theatre and through the narrow, winding streets of the lower town to the Catania Gate.

She looked back one or twice, but no one noticed her.

If any of the villagers saw her approaching they slipped out of her path.
Once on the highway, however, Tato became lost in reflection.

Her mission being successfully accomplished, it required no further thought; but the sweet young American girls had made a strong impression upon the lonely Sicilian maid, and she dreamed of their pretty gowns and ribbons, their fresh and comely faces, and the gentleness of their demeanor.
Tato was not gentle.

She was wild and free and boyish, and had no pretty gowns whatever.