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Hermione was
a great deal in her sitting-room, reading, or pretending to read. And
Vere made several long expeditions upon the sea in the sailing-boat
with Gaspare and a boy from the nearest village, who was hired as an
extra hand.
Hermione had a strange feeling of desertion sometimes, when the white
sail of the boat faded on the blue and she saw the empty sea. She
would watch the boat go out, standing at the window and looking
through the blinds. The sailor-boy pulled at the oars. Vere was at the
helm, Gaspare busy with the ropes. They passed quite close beneath
her. She saw Vere's bright and eager face looking the way they were
going, anticipating the voyage; Gaspare's brown hands moving swiftly
and deftly. She saw the sail run up, the boat bend over. The oars were
laid in their places now. The boat went faster through the water. The
forms in it dwindled. Was that Vere's head, or Gaspare's? Who was that
standing up? The fisher-boy? What were they now, they and the boat
that held them? Only a white sail on the blue, going towards the sun.


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