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"Don't you feel it? I do."
His voice was heavy with melancholy, and made her feel sad, even
apprehensive.
"Where are the stars?" he added.
She followed his example and leaned out of the great window. Not a
star was visible in all the sky.
"You are right. It is coming. I feel it now. The sea is like lead, and
the sky, too. There is no sense of freedom to-night, no out-of-doors
feeling. And the water is horribly calm."
As they both leaned out they heard, away to the left at some distance,
the voices of Vere and the Marchesino.
"I stayed because I thought--I fancied all the chatter was getting a
little on your nerves, Emile," Hermione said now. "They are so
absurdly young, both of them. Wasn't it so?"
"Am I so old that youth should get upon my nerves?" he returned, with
a creeping irritation, which, however, he tried to keep out of his
voice.
"No. But of course we can hardly enjoy nonsense that might amuse them
immensely. Vere is such a baby, and your friend is a regular boy, in
spite of his self-assurance.


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