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It was a still evening, and very
clear after the storm of the preceding night. Artois longed to be in
that travelling boat, longed to see the night come from the summit of
the island with Hermione and Vere. But he resisted the sea, its wide
peace, its subtle summons, called a carriage and drove to the
Galleria. Arrived there, he took his seat at a little table outside
the "Gran Caffe," ordered a small dinner, and, while he was eating it,
watched the people strolling up and down, seeking among them for a
figure that he knew.
As the hour drew near for the music to begin, and the girls dressed in
white came out one by one to the platform that, surrounded by a white
railing edged with red velvet, is built out beyond the caffe to face
the crowd, the number of promenaders increased, and many stood still
waiting for the first note, and debating the looks of the players.
Others thronged around Artois, taking possession of the many little
tables, and calling for ices, lemon-water, syrups, and liqueurs.


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