. The spell of Italy. ooking the desolation of a fought-out field ofbattle. The silence was profound and yet to me itwas strangely soulless, and the impression left deepestupon my mind was of a piercing and sinister was glad at last to get away from those gaudyfutihties of domestic decoration flung like a deadbeggars rags against that pitiless majesty of Vesuvius. The following morning I was ill. An Americanphysician, one of our fellow pensioners, came atFiUas request to see me. You are staying in Naples too long, he said; also Pompeii is an overbearing spectre to certaintemperaments
. The spell of Italy. ooking the desolation of a fought-out field ofbattle. The silence was profound and yet to me itwas strangely soulless, and the impression left deepestupon my mind was of a piercing and sinister was glad at last to get away from those gaudyfutihties of domestic decoration flung like a deadbeggars rags against that pitiless majesty of Vesuvius. The following morning I was ill. An Americanphysician, one of our fellow pensioners, came atFiUas request to see me. You are staying in Naples too long, he said; also Pompeii is an overbearing spectre to certaintemperaments. Go over to Capri on the boat thisafternoon. Get the lava dust blown out of yoursystem. Accordingly we sailed at four for Capri, expectingto arrive before sunset and look about us for a suit-able hotel or pensione. The guide-books gave somany, it must be simple. Simple, alas, was whatit proved not to be, for that night at Capri gave usour first approach to an adventure. The sun set while we were making the landing at.
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