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His body, giving itself without resistance to every movement
of the water, looked corpselike and ghostly.
A companion shouted to him. He threw up his arms suddenly and shouted
a reply in the broadest Neapolitan, then began to swim vigorously
towards the slimy rocks at the base of Castel dell' Ovo. Upon the
wooden terrace of the baths among green plants in pots stood three
women, probably friends of the proprietor. For though it was already
hot, the regular bathing season of Naples had not yet begun and the
baths were not completed. Only in July, after the festa of the Madonna
del Carmine, do the Neapolitans give themselves heart and soul to the
sea. Artois knew this, and wondered idly what the women were doing on
the terrace. One had a dog. It sat in the sun and began to cough. A
long wagon on two wheels went by, drawn by two mules and a thin horse
harnessed abreast. It was full of white stone. The driver had bought
some green stuff and flung it down upon the white. He wore a
handkerchief on his head.


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