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We shall be quite alone."
"Signora, for loneliness with you and the Signorina I would give up
every friend I have ever had. I would give up--"
"Half-past twelve, then, Marchese. Addio!"
"A rivederci, Signora! A demain! Andrea, take care of the Signora.
Treat her as you would treat the Madonna. Do you hear?"
The boatman grinned and took off his cap, and the boat glided away
across the path of yellow light that was shed from the window of
Frisio's.
Hermione leaned back against the white cushions. She was thankful to
escape. She felt tired and confused. That dreadful music had
distracted her, that--and something else, her tricked expectation. She
knew now that she had been very foolish, perhaps even very fantastic.
She had felt so sure that Emile had written in that book--what?
As the boat went softly on she asked herself exactly what she had
expected to find written there, and she realized that her imagination
had, as so often before, been galloping like a frightened horse with
the reins upon its neck.


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