Then Hermione lifted her eyes and looked across the Pool, seeking the
little light of San Francesco. Only the darkness and the mist
confronted her. She saw no light--and she trembled like one to whom
the omens are hostile.
She trembled and hid her face for a moment. Then she turned and went
up into the house.
CHAPTER XXXIII
When Hermione reached the door of the Casa del Mare she did not go in
immediately, but waited on the step. The door was open. There was a
dim lamp burning in the little hall, which was scarcely more than a
passage. She looked up and saw a light shining from the window of her
sitting-room. She listened; there was no sound of voices.
They were not in there.
She was trying to crush down her sense of outrage, to feel calm before
she entered the house.
Perhaps they had gone into the garden. The night was terribly hot.
They would prefer to be out-of-doors. Vere loved the garden. Or they
might be on the terrace.
She stepped into the hall and went to the servants' staircase.
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