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Is that your
friend? Where can he be?"
"Where is Vere?" said Artois.
Their eyes met, and suddenly his embarrassment passed away.
"You don't mean that--?"
"My friend, you know what these Neapolitans are. Doro came back from
his bathe raving about Vere. I did not tell him I knew her. I think--I
am sure he has guessed it, and much more. Let us go and find him. It
seems you are to know him. E il destino."
"You don't want me to know him?" she said, as they turned away from
the house.
"I don't know that there is any real reason why you should not. But my
instinct was against the acquaintance. Where can Vere be? Does she
often come out alone at night?"
"Very often. Ah! There she is, beyond the bridge, and--is that the
Marchesino Panacci with her? Why--no, it's--"
"It is Ruffo," Artois said.
Vere and the boy were standing near the edge of the cliff and talking
earnestly together, but as Hermione and Artois came towards them they
turned round as if moved by a mutual impulse.


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