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"Sa-a-nta-a Lu-u-ci-i-a! Santa Lu-cia!"
The blind man sounded like one in agony. The thunder crashed again
just above him, as if it desired to beat down his sickly voice.
Artois felt a sharp stab of neuralgia over his eyes.
Behind, in the restaurant, the waiters were running over the pavement
to shut the great windows. The rush of the rain made a noise like
quantities of silk rustling.
The Marchesino laughed, quite unabashed. His cheeks were slightly
flushed and his eyes shone.
"Could I tell the truth, Signora? You might have refused to come. But
now I speak the solemn truth. By midnight--"
"I'm afraid we really can't stay so late as that."
"But there is a piano. I will play valses. I will sing." He looked
ardently at Vere, who was eagerly watching the sea from the window.
"And we will dance, the Signorina and I."
Artois made a brusque movement towards the terrace, muttering
something about the launch. A glare of lightning lit up the shore
immediately below the terrace, showing him the launch buffeted by the
waves that were now breaking over the sandy beach.


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