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But where was Tolstoy's name?
A waiter came with the coffee and the brandy. She thanked him quickly,
sipped the coffee without tasting it, and continued the search.
The voice of the blind man died away. The guitars ceased.
She started. She was afraid the musicians would come down and gather
round her. Why had she not told the Padrone she wished to be quite
alone? She heard the shuffle of feet. They were coming. Feverishly she
turned the pages. Ah! here is was! She bent down over the page.
"La conscience, c'est la quantite de science innee que nous avons
en nous. EMILE ARTOIS.
"Nuit d'orage. Juin."
The guitars began a prelude. The blind man shifted from one fat leg to
another, cast up his sightless eyes, protruded and drew in his tongue,
coughed, spat--
"Cameriere!"
Hermione struck upon the table sharply. She had forgotten all about
the Marchesino. She was full of the desire to escape, to get away and
be out on the sea.
"Cameriere!"
She called more loudly.


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