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XI



The juicy, blue-grey giant leaves of the cactus were
scarred by names, initials, and hearts carved in the
flesh. Helge was carving an H and a J, and Jenny
stood with her arms round his shoulder, looking on.

“When we come back here our initials will be a brown scar
like all the others,” said he. “Do you think we shall be able
to find them?”

She nodded.

“Among all the others?” he inquired in doubt. “There are
so many. We will go and look for them, won’t we?”

“Of course we will.”

“You do think we shall come back here, don’t you? And
stand as we are now.” He put his arm round her.

“Yes; I don’t see why we should not, dear.”

With arms encircled they went to the table and sat down,
looking in silence out over the Campagna.

The sunlight seemed to move and the shadows wandered
along the hillocks. Sometimes the rays came in thick bunches
between white clouds, sailing in the sky. On the horizon,
where the dark eucalyptus grove by the Fontane peeped over
the farthest hill, rose a pearl-yellow haze, which would grow
towards evening and cover the whole sky.

Far on the plain the Tiber hurried to the sea, golden when
the sunshine fell on it, but silvery grey like the side of a fish
when it mirrored the clouds. The daisies on the hill looked
like new-fallen snow; on the field behind the osteria pale-grey,
silky wheat was coming up, and two almond trees were covered
with light pink blossoms.

“Our last day in the Campagna,” said Helge. “It’s quite
sad!”

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