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"Do you not feel in a prison and that you cannot escape?"
"We don't want to escape, do we, Madre?" said Vere, quickly, before
Hermione could answer.
"I am very fond of the island, certainly," said Hermione. "Still, of
course, we are rather isolated here."
She was thinking of what she had said to Artois--that perhaps her
instinct to shut out the world was morbid, was bad for Vere. The girl
at once caught the sound of hesitation in her mother's voice.
"Madre!" she exclaimed. "You don't mean to say that you are tired of
our island life?"
"I do not say that. And you, Vere?"
"I love being here. I dread the thought of the autumn."
"In what month do you go away, Signora?" asked the Marchesino.
"By the end of October we shall have made our flitting, I suppose."
"You will come in to Naples for the winter?"
Hermione hesitated. Then she said:
"I almost think I shall take my daughter to Rome. What do you say,
Vere?"
The girls face had become grave, even almost troubled.


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