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"You remember that night when I met you on the sea?" she said to him. He looked away from Vere and answered: "Yes. What about it?" "When I was at the Scoglio di Frisio I looked again over that wonderful visitors' book." "Did you?" "Yes. And I saw what you had written." Their eyes met.
In front of Perasto are two little islands, with picturesque buildings upon them the Scoglio S. Giorgio, and the Madonna del Scarpello, a little church with a green cupola, containing a picture of the Madonna ascribed as usual to S. Luke, a Byzantine work decked with gold and silver, brought hither from Negropont in 1452.
She met his eyes with a sort of child's impertinence. She had abruptly become the Vere of the Scoglio di Frisio. "Who would take you for a watch-dog?" "Ma Signorina!" "As a seal yes, you are all very well! But " The young man was immediately in the seventh Heaven. The Signorina remembered his feats in the water.
We cannot but regret that Vittoria’s body did not find a final resting-place in her superbo scoglio, where all her happiest years were spent and where her memory still survives so fresh. Sadly deserted appear to-day the historic buildings, which are fast falling into hopeless decay; even the large domed church of the Castle has been desecrated and turned into a stable.
She would not heed it. But she gave him a very gentle look as she turned to walk up the hill. At the top, by the Trattoria del Giardinetto, she had to wait for several minutes before the tram came. She remembered her solitary dinner there on the evening when she had gone to the Scoglio di Frisio to look at the visitor's book. She had felt lonely then in the soft light of the fading day.
Artois and Vere held up their hands in exaggerated surprise. "Are you mad, my dear Hermione?" asked Artois. "I believe I am. It's dangerous to go to Naples. I met a young man." "The Marchesino!" cried Vere. "The Marchesino! I see him in your eye, Madre." "C'est cela!" said Artois, "and you mean to say !" "That I accepted an invitation to dine with him to-night, at nine, at the Scoglio di Frisio.
She felt that she could not go home without doing something definite, and she resolved to go to the Scoglio di Frisio, have a cup of coffee there, look through the visitors' book, and then take a boat and return by night to the island. The sea wind would cool her, would do her good.
Spending her time partly in the great Italian cities, but chiefly on her beloved scoglio superbo, the widow of Pescara now set herself to write that series of sonnets in memory of her dead husband which have rescued his unworthy name from oblivion and have rendered her own famous in Italian literature.
When he had gone Hermione told herself that she was glad he was away. If he had been on the island she might have been tempted to take one of the boats, to ask him to row her to the Scoglio that evening. But now, of course, she would not go. It was true that she could easily get a boatman from the village on the mainland near by, but without Gaspare's companionship she would not care to go.
Then he went on "You will be shocked at what I am going to tell you; but listen, and do not give me up: You must stand by me and comfort me and help me to turn again." He paused for a moment and continued "It was one night in October, when Constance and I were at Naples. I took that violin and went by myself to the ruined villa on the Scoglio di Venere." He had been speaking with difficulty.
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