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Long and brilliant was the chain of lamps, and long and ardent was the
chain of melodies melting one into the other, and stretching to the
wide darkness of the night and to the great stillness of the sea. The
night was alive with music, with the voices that beat like hearts
over-charged with sentimental longings.
But at the point where stood the Antico Giuseppone the lights and the
songs died out. And beyond there was the mystery, the stillness of the
sea.
And there, beyond the chain of lights, the chain of melodies, the
islet lay in its delicate isolation; nevertheless, it, too, was surely
not unaware of the coming of summer. For even here, Nature ran up her
flag to honor her new festival. High up above the rock on the mainland
opposite there was a golden glory of ginestra, the broom plant, an
expanse of gold so brilliant, so daring in these bare surroundings,
that Vere said, when she saw it:
"There is something cruel even in beauty, Madre. Do you like
successful audacity?"
"I think I used to when I was your age," said Hermione.


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