They did not speak again until they reached the island.
Hermione watched his strong body swinging to and fro with every
stroke, and wondered if he felt the terrible change in her feeling for
him--a change that a few hours ago she would have thought utterly
impossible.
She wondered if Gaspare knew that she was hating him.
He was alive and, therefore, to be hated. For surely we cannot hate
the dust!
CHAPTER XXXVIII
Gaspare did not offer to help Hermione out of the boat when they
reached the island. He glanced at her face, met her eyes, looked away
again immediately, and stood holding the boat while she got out. Even
when she stumbled slightly he made no movement; but he turned and
gazed after her as she went up the steps towards the house, and as he
gazed his face worked, his lips muttered words, and his eyes, become
almost ferocious in their tragic gloom, were clouded with moisture.
Angrily he fastened the boat, angrily he laid by the oars. In
everything he did there was violence.
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