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Why did Hermione's heart echo Vere's words with such a strenuous and
sudden passion, such a deep desire? She scarcely knew then. But she
knew that she wanted a light to be shining for her when she neared
home--longed for it, needed it specially that night. If San
Francesco's lamp were burning quietly amid the fury of the sea in such
a blackness as this about them--well, it would seem like an omen. She
would take it as an omen of happiness.
And if it were not burning?
She, too, longed to be outside with Gaspare and the sailors, staring
into the darkness with eyes keen as those of a seaman, looking for the
light. Since Vere's last words and her reply they had sat in silence.
Even the Marchesino's vivacity was suddenly abated, either by the
increasing violence of the storm or by the change in Vere. It would
have been difficult to say by which. The lightning flashed. The
thunder at moments seemed to split the sky asunder as a charge of
gunpowder splits asunder a rock. The head wind rushed by, yet had
never passed them, but was forever coming furiously to meet them.


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