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Now and then a boat passed them. In one, young men were
singing, and interrupting their song to shout with laughter. Here and
there a fisherman's torch glided like a great fire-fly above the oily
darkness of the sea. The distant trees of the gardens climbing up the
hill made an ebony blackness beneath the stars, a blackness that
suggested impenetrable beauty that lay deep down with hidden face. And
the lights dispersed among them, gaining significance by their
solitude, seemed to summon adventurous or romantic spirits to come to
them by secret paths and learn their revelation. Over the sea lay a
delicate warmth, not tropical, not enervating, but softly inspiring.
And beyond the circling lamps of Naples Vesuvius lit up the firmament
with a torrent of rose-colored fire that glowed and died, and glowed
again, constantly as beats a heart.
And to Hermione came a melancholy devoid of all violence, soft almost
as the warmth upon this sea, quite as the resignation of the
fatalistic East.


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