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He felt restless and
uneasy.
"I am tired from the journey," he thought. "Or--I wonder what the
weather is this evening. The heat seems to have become suffocating
since Hermione went away."
He went to one of the windows and looked out. Twilight was stealing
over the sea, which was so calm that it resembled a huge sheet of
steel. The sky over the island was clear. He turned and went to the
opposite window. Above Ischia there was a great blackness like a pall.
He stood looking at it for some minutes. His erring thoughts, which
wandered like things fatigued that cannot rest, went to a mountain
village in Sicily, through which he had once ridden at night during a
terrific thunder-storm. In a sudden, fierce glare of lightning he had
seen upon the great door of a gaunt Palazzo, which looked abandoned, a
strip of black cloth. Above it were the words, "Lutto in famiglia."
That was years ago. Yet now he saw again the palace door, the strip of
cloth soaked by the pouring rain, the dreary, almost sinister words
which he had read by lightning:
"Lutto in famiglia.


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