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Leaning over the parapet, she perceived
the little white boat just starting around the cliff towards the
Grotto of Virgil. Vere was rowing. Hermione saw her thin figure, so
impregnated with the narrow charm of youth, bending backward and
forward to the oars, Emile's big form leaning against the cushions as
if at ease. From the dripping oars came twinkling lines of light, that
rayed out and spread like the opened sticks of a fan upon the sea.
Hugging the shore, the boat slipped out of sight.
"Suppose they had gone forever--gone out of my life!"
Hermione said that to herself. She fancied she still could see the
faint commotion in the water that told where the boat had passed. Now
it was turning into the Grotto of Virgil. She felt sure of that. It
was entering the shadows where she had shown to Emile not long ago the
very depths of her heart.
How could she have done that? She grew hot as she thought of it. In
her new and bitter reserve she hated to think of his possession that
could never be taken from him, the knowledge of her hidden despair,
her hidden need of love.


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