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It
had
grown
dark
.
From
the
living-room
of
the
light-keeper
's
cottage
,
where
Giorgio
,
one
of
the
Immortal
Thousand
,
was
bending
his
leonine
and
heroic
head
over
a
charcoal
fire
,
there
came
the
sound
of
sizzling
and
the
aroma
of
an
artistic
frittura
.
In
the
obscure
disarray
of
that
thing
,
happening
like
a
cataclysm
,
it
was
in
her
feminine
head
that
some
gleam
of
reason
survived
.
He
was
lost
to
the
world
in
their
embraced
stillness
.
But
she
said
,
whispering
into
his
ear
--
"
God
of
mercy
!
What
will
become
of
me
--
here
--
now
--
between
this
sky
and
this
water
I
hate
?
Linda
,
Linda
--
I
see
her
!
"
...
She
tried
to
get
out
of
his
arms
,
suddenly
relaxed
at
the
sound
of
that
name
.
But
there
was
no
one
approaching
their
black
shapes
,
enlaced
and
struggling
on
the
white
background
of
the
wall
.
"
Linda
!
Poor
Linda
!
I
tremble
!
I
shall
die
of
fear
before
my
poor
sister
Linda
,
betrothed
to-day
to
Giovanni
--
my
lover
!
Giovanni
,
you
must
have
been
mad
!
I
can
not
understand
you
!
You
are
not
like
other
men
!
I
will
not
give
you
up
--
never
--
only
to
God
himself
!
But
why
have
you
done
this
blind
,
mad
,
cruel
,
frightful
thing
?
"
Released
,
she
hung
her
head
,
let
fall
her
hands
.
The
altar-cloth
,
as
if
tossed
by
a
great
wind
,
lay
far
away
from
them
,
gleaming
white
on
the
black
ground
.
"
From
fear
of
losing
my
hope
of
you
,
"
said
Nostromo
.
"
You
knew
that
you
had
my
soul
!
You
know
everything
!
It
was
made
for
you
!
But
what
could
stand
between
you
and
me
?
What
?
Tell
me
!
"
she
repeated
,
without
impatience
,
in
superb
assurance
.
"
Your
dead
mother
,
"
he
said
,
very
low
.
"
Ah
!
...
Poor
mother
!
She
has
always
...
She
is
a
saint
in
heaven
now
,
and
I
can
not
give
you
up
to
her
.
No
,
Giovanni
.
Only
to
God
alone
.
You
were
mad
--
but
it
is
done
.
Oh
!
what
have
you
done
?
Giovanni
,
my
beloved
,
my
life
,
my
master
,
do
not
leave
me
here
in
this
grave
of
clouds
.
You
can
not
leave
me
now
.
You
must
take
me
away
--
at
once
--
this
instant
--
in
the
little
boat
.
Giovanni
,
carry
me
off
to-night
,
from
my
fear
of
Linda
's
eyes
,
before
I
have
to
look
at
her
again
.
"
She
nestled
close
to
him
.
The
slave
of
the
San
Tome
silver
felt
the
weight
as
of
chains
upon
his
limbs
,
a
pressure
as
of
a
cold
hand
upon
his
lips
.
He
struggled
against
the
spell
.
