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And when he struck
his match she returned once more to the house, carrying the box with
her. Her movement was so swift and unexpected that Hermione had not
time to speak before she was gone.
"But--"
"I should not smoke another, Signora," said the Marchesino, quickly.
"You are sure?"
"Quite."
"Still, Vere might have left the box. She is inhospitable to-day."
Hermione spoke lightly.
"Oh, it is bad for cigarettes to lie in the sun. It ruins them."
"But you should have filled your case. You must do so before you go."
"Thank you."
His head was buzzing again. The touch of fever had really weakened
him. He knew it now. Never gifted with much self-control, he felt
to-day that, with a very slight incentive, he might lose his head. The
new atmosphere which Vere diffused around her excited him strangely.
He was certain that she was able to understand something of what he
was feeling, that on the night of the storm she would not have been
able to understand. Again he thought of Emilio, and moved restlessly
in his chair, looking sideways at Hermione, then dropping his eyes.


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