In one of
these there were two women--Hermione and Maddalena.
Hermione might have set out on some wild quest to Mergellina. He
remembered the face at the window, and knew that to-night everything
was possible.
"Row quickly, Gaspare!"
Gaspare bent almost furiously to the oars. Then sharply he turned his
head.
"What is it?"
"I can see the boat! I can see the Signora!"
The words struggled out on a long breath that made his broad chest
heave. Instinctively Artois put his hands on the gunwale of the boat
on either side of him, moving as if to stand up.
"Take care, Signore!"
"I'd forgotten--" He leaned forward, searching the night. "Where is
the Signora?"
"There--in front! She is rowing to the village. No, she has turned."
He stopped rowing.
"The Signora has seen, or she has heard, and she is going in to
shore."
"But there are only the rocks."
"The Signora is going in to the Palazzo of the Spirits."
"The Palazzo of the Spirits?" Artois repeated.
"Si, Signore.
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