"Ciao, Ciao, Ciao,
Morettina bella, ciao----"
Maurice was going to the fishing under the sweet white moon of Sicily.
And she--she was no longer leaning down from the terrace of the Casa
del Mare, but from the terrace of the House of the Priest.
"Prima di partire
Un bacio ti voglio da!"
That kiss, which he had given her before he had gone away from her
forever! She seemed to feel it on her lips again, and she shut her
eyes, giving herself up to a passion of the imagination.
When she opened them again she felt exhausted and terribly alone.
Maurice had gone down into the ravine. He was never coming back. Ruffo
was taken by the mists and by the night. She lifted herself up from
the balustrade and looked round, remembering suddenly that she had
left Artois upon the terrace. He had disappeared silently, without a
word of good-bye.
And now, seeing the deserted terrace, she recollected her fierce
attack upon Artois, she remembered how she had stood in the black room
watching the two darknesses outside, listening to their silence.
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