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Artois stood by her, leaning on his stick and watching the
crowd with his steady eyes. The Marchesino was looking up at Vere,
standing in a position that seemed to indicate a longing that she
should rest her hand upon his shoulder.
"You will fall, Signorina!" he said. "Be careful. Let me--"
"I am quite safe."
But she dropped one hand to the shoulder of Gaspare.
The Marchesino moved, almost as if he were about to go away. Then he
lit a cigarette and spoke to Hermione.
"You look tired, Signora. You feel the heat. It is much fresher
outside, when one is walking. Here, under the prison walls, it is
always like a furnace in summer. It is unwholesome. It puts one into a
fever."
Hermione looked at him, and saw a red spot burning on each side of his
face near his cheek-bones.
"Perhaps it would be better to walk," she said, doubtfully.
Her inclination was for movement, for her fatigue was combined with a
sensation of great restlessness.
"What do you say, Vere?" she added.


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