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tenderly returned the kiss, looked at Artois, and went out.
She made her way to the brow of the island, and stood still for a
while, drinking in the soft wind that blew to her from Ischia. Then
she descended to the bridge and looked down into the Pool of San
Francesco.
The Saint's light was burning steadily. She watched it for a moment,
and while she watched it she presently heard beneath her a boy's voice
singing softly the song of Mergellina:
"Oh, dolce luna bianca de l' estate
Mi fugge il sonno accanto a la marina;
Mi destan le dolcissime serate,
Gli occhi di Rosa e il mar di Mergellina."
The voice died away. There was a moment of silence.
She clasped the rail with her hand; she leaned down over the Pool.
"Buona notte, Ruffino!" she said softly.
And the voice from the sea answered her:
"Buona notte, Signora. Buona notte e buon riposo."
End of Project Gutenberg's Etext A Spirit in Prison, by Robert Hichens
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