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Updated: May 23, 2025
For a few moments the man and the woman sat without words, until the gondola cleared the Fondamenta Nuova, and they were well out in the sea of moonlight. Ahead of them lay the stucco walls of the Cimeterio, glowing softly in the white light. Some dark spots were moving out from the city mass to their right, heading for the silent island.
I am built on the sea- weed. But from me you shall not go. You came over the mountains for this." The man sighed. Some ultimate conception of life seemed to outline itself on the whitish walls of the Cimeterio a question of sex. The man would go questioning visions. The woman was held by one. "Caspar Severance will find his way, and will play your game for you," she went on coaxingly.
"Will you come?" he murmured. She gathered up her dress and stepped firmly into the boat. Severance, left alone on the fondamenta, watched the two. Then he turned back to his gondola. The two boats floated out silently into the Misericordia Canal. "To the Cimeterio," Miss Barton said. "To the Canale Grande," Severance motioned. The two men raised their hats.
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