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Vere knew at once that a boy was singing,
and she felt that she must see him.
She got up, went into the little garden at the edge of the cliff, and
looked over the wall.
There was a boat moving slowly towards her, not very far away. In it
were three figures, all stripped for diving, and wearing white cotton
drawers. Two were sitting on the gunwale with their knees drawn up
nearly to their chins. The third was standing, and with a languid, but
strong and regular movement, was propelling the boat forward with big-
bladed oars. This was the singer, and as the boat drew nearer Vere
could see that he had the young, lithe form of a boy.
While she watched, leaning down from her eyrie, the boat and the song
stopped, and the singer let go his oars and turned to the men behind
him. The boat had reached a place near the rocks that was good ground
for /frutti di mare/.
Vere had often seen the divers in the Bay of Naples at their curious
toil. Yet it never ceased to interest her. She had a passion for the
sea, and for all things connected with it.


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