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"Poor Madre must have a breath of air."
"I will open the window, Signora!"
"And the rain all over her, and the thunder close above her, and the
sea in her face, the sea--the sea!"
She clapped her hands.
"Gaspare! Gaspare!"
She put her face to the glass. Gaspare, who was standing up in the
stern, with his hands holding fast to the rail that edged the cabin
roof, bent down till his brown face was on a level with hers, and his
big eyes were staring inquiringly into her eyes.
"We are coming out."
On the other side of the glass Gaspare made violently negative
gestures. One word only came to those inside the cabin through the
uproar of the elements.
"Impossible!"
"Signorina," said the Marchesino, "you cannot mean it. But you will be
washed off. And the water--you will be drowned. It cannot be."
"Marchese, look at Madre! If she stays inside another minute she will
be ill. She is stifling! Quickly! Quickly!"
The Marchesino, whose sense of humor was not of a kind to comprehend
this freak of Vere's, was for once really taken aback.


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