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There was a furtive spirit within her to-night.
But she could not see the book; so she sat still, listening to the
blind man and gazing at the calm sea just below her. A boat was
waiting there. She could see the cushions, which were white and looked
ghastly in the darkness, the dim form of the rower standing up to
search for clients.
"Barca! Barca!"
He had seen her.
She drew back a little. As she did so her chair made a grating noise,
and instantly the sharp ears of the Padrone caught a sound betokening
the presence of a new-comer in his restaurant. It might be a queen, an
empress! Who could tell?
With his stiff yet alert military gait, he at once came marching down
towards her, staring hard with his big, bright eyes. When he saw who
it was he threw up his brown hands.
"The Signora of the storm!" he exclaimed. He moved as if about to turn
around. "I must tell--"
But Hermione stopped him with a quick, decisive gesture.
"One moment, Signore."
The Padrone approached aristocratically.


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