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Surely it was going slower. She laid
one hand upon the cabin roof as if in encouragement. Her heart was
with the launch, as the seaman's is with his boat when it resists,
surely for his sake consciously, the assault of the great sea.
"Coraggio!"
She was murmuring the word. Gaspare looked at her. And the word was in
his eyes as it should be in all eyes that look at youth. And the
launch strove on.
"Coraggio! Coraggio!"
The spray was in her face. Her hair was wet with the rain. Her French
frock--that was probably ruined! But she knew that she had never felt
more happy. And now--it was like a miracle! Suddenly out of the
darkness a second darkness shaped itself, a darkness that she knew--
the island. And almost simultaneously there shone out a little steady
light.
"Ecco il Santo!"
"Ecco! Ecco!"
Vere called out: "Madre! Madre!"
She bent down.
"Madre! The light is burning."
The sailors, too, bent down, right down to the water. They caught at
it with their hands, Gaspare, too.


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