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reflected in the swift yellow water. Behind the undulating
plain, far away, lay the Sabine mountains, mud-grey and bare,
and behind them, farther still, rose snowclad peaks.
“Jenny has painted this with strong evening light on it.
The factory and the chimney are quite red. It was on a hot
day, when you cannot see the mountains for mist, but only a
few white snow-peaks in the heavy metallic blue of the sky,
and the clouds above the snow. It is very pretty. I must ask
her to show it to you.”
“Shall we have some wine here?” he asked.
“It’ll soon be getting cold, but we might sit down a little.”
She led the way across the round piazza behind the bridge.
She chose an osteria with a small garden. Behind a shed with
chairs and tables stood a seat under some bare elms. At the
back of the garden was a meadow, and on the opposite side of
the river the slope appeared dark against the limpid sky.
Francesca broke a twig from an elder that grew by the fence; it had
small green shoots, with tops blackened by the cold.
“All the winter they stand like that, shivering with cold,
but when spring comes they have not been harmed.”
When she dropped the twig he picked it up and kept it.
They had white wine. Francesca mixed hers with water, and
hardly drank any of it. She smiled imploringly:
“Will you give me a cigarette?”
“With pleasure, if you think you can stand it.”
“I scarcely ever smoke now. Jenny has almost given it up
for my sake. I suppose she is making up for it tonight, though.
She is with Gunnar.” She laughed. “You must not tell
Jenny that I smoked, promise me.”
“I won’t,” he said, laughing too.
She smoked in silence for a while: “I wish she and Gunnar
would marry, but I am afraid they won’t. They have always
been such friends. You don’t easily fall in love with a friend,
do you? One you knew so well before. They are very much
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