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"I am serious. Come here and look at Ischia."
She went with him quickly to the window.
"That blackness does look wicked. But it's a long way off."
"I think it is coming this way."
"Oh, but"--and she went to the opposite window--"the sky is perfectly
clear towards Naples. And look how still the sea is."
"Too still. It is like steel."
"Hush! Listen!"
She held up her hand. They both heard a far-off sound of busy panting
on the sea.
"That must be the launch!" she said.
Her eyes were gay and expectant. It was evident that she was in high
spirits, that she was looking forward to this unusual gayety.
"Yes."
"Doesn't it sound in a hurry, as if the Marchesino was terribly afraid
of being late?"
"Get your umbrella, Vere, and a waterproof. You will want them both."
At that moment Hermione came in.
"Madre, the launch is coming in a frightful hurry, and Monsieur Emile
says we must take umbrellas."
"Surely it isn't going to rain?"
"There is a thunder-storm coming up from Ischia, I believe," said
Artois.


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