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the roof of the little cabin the rain made a noise that was no longer
like the rustle of silk, but was like the crackle of musketry.
There was something oppressive, something even almost terrible, in
being closely confined, shut in by low roof and narrow walls from such
sweeping turbulence, such a clamor of wind and water and the sky.
Hermione looked at her diamond brooch, then at her cloak.
Slowly she lifted her hand and began to button it.
Vere moved and began to button up hers. Hermione glanced at her, and
saw a watchful, shining, half-humorous, half-passionate look in her
eyes that could not be mistaken.
She dropped her hands.
"No, Vere!"
"Yes, Madre! Yes, yes, yes!"
The Marchesino stared.
"No, I did not--"
"You did! You did, Madre! It's no use! I understood directly."
She began quickly to take off her hat.
"Marchese, we are going out."
"Vere, this is absurd."
"We are going outside, Marchese. Madre wants air."
The Marchesino, accustomed only to the habits and customs of
Neapolitan women, looked frankly as if he thought Hermione mad.


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