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S," she said, "you are. Your hand is quite cold." "Let me go alone,
signora." "No, Gaspare. There is nothing to be afraid of, I believe. But
if--if there should have been an accident, I ought to be there. The
padrone is my husband, remember." She went on and he followed her.
Hermione had spoken firmly, even almost cheerfully, to comfort the boy,
whose uneasiness was surely greater than the occasion called for. So
many little things may happen to delay a man. And Maurice might really
have made the detour to Marechiaro on his way home. If he had, then they
would miss him by taking this path through the ravine. Hermione knew
that, but she did not hesitate to take it. She could not remain inactive
to-night. Patience was out of her reach. It was only by making a strong
effort that she had succeeded in waiting that short time on the terrace.
Now she could wait no longer. She was driven. Although she had not yet
sincerely acknowledged it to herself, fear was gradually taking
possession of her, a fear such as she had never yet known or even
imagined. She had never yet known or imagined such a fear. That she
felt. But she had another feeling, contradictory, surely. It began to
seem to her as if this fear, which was now coming upon her, had been
near her for a long time, ever since the night when she knew that she
was going to Africa. Had she not even expressed it to Maurice? Those
beautiful days and nights of perfect happiness--c