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Their eyes met. She was startled by the expression in his.
"You don't think--" she began.
She broke off.
"I think Gaspare knows his Southerner," Artois replied. "We must look
for them. They are certain to have gone with the crowd."
They followed the people into the Mercato. The burning balloon dropped
down and disappeared.
"It has fallen into the Rettifilo!" cried a young man close to them.
"Macche!" exclaimed his companion.
"I will bet you five lire--"
He gesticulated furiously.
"We shall never find them," Hermione said.
"We will try to find them."
His voice startled her now, as his eyes had startled her. A man in the
crowd pressed against her roughly. Instinctively she caught hold of
Artois' arm.
"Yes, you had better take it," he said.
"Oh, it was only--"
"No, take it."
And he drew her hand under his arm.
The number of people in the Mercato was immense, but it was possible
to walk on steadily, though slowly. Now that the balloon had vanished
the crowd had forgotten it, and was devoting itself eagerly to the
pleasures of the bar.


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