. The book of months . /:■/,/ /■.ilii THE BOOK or MONTHS ness of gray showed where the gulf of Naplesbasked beneath the moon, and high up on the ho-rizon a thin necklace of light lying along the edgeof the sea showed the town. This hour of warmnight, especially with such a setting, is, to mymind, the most animal of all. In this moon-duska thousand unseen scents and trails float roundone, not consciously perceived, but exciting tothe primeval animal instincts which aeons ofevolution have not yet eradicated from ournature, and at such an hour the beast within us,prowling, predatory, bent on its
. The book of months . /:■/,/ /■.ilii THE BOOK or MONTHS ness of gray showed where the gulf of Naplesbasked beneath the moon, and high up on the ho-rizon a thin necklace of light lying along the edgeof the sea showed the town. This hour of warmnight, especially with such a setting, is, to mymind, the most animal of all. In this moon-duska thousand unseen scents and trails float roundone, not consciously perceived, but exciting tothe primeval animal instincts which aeons ofevolution have not yet eradicated from ournature, and at such an hour the beast within us,prowling, predatory, bent on its slinking er-rands, is more than ever dominant. Soon Jack got up, stretching himself. Mail-day to-morrow, he said; and I havetwo letters to write. Just get me some paperand envelopes, Francesco. There were none thismorning. Francesco jumped up. Eh, signer, I forgot, he said; there arenone in the house. I will run over to Capri, the WiVi^S^-^-- • - --- - -—~. Kavr? SEPTEMBER .;s -iy. shops are still open. Two minutes only, andhe vaulted over the wall into the road. Jack strolled towards the house. Are you coming in ? he said to me over hisshoulder. Yes, in ten minutes, I answered, and hedisappeared. Seraphina went also, resting her weight for amoment on her arm. It is good beneath the stars in the evening,is it she said. I must go in. Happydreams, signor. No, tell me one more story about Tiberius,he said. She laughed. Surely the signor is like a child, she said; he is so fond of stories. Will you not tell mean English story for a change? About what? About yourself or your friends; about yourcustoms in England. I like the ways of English233 «■?¥.:■<;■■■■■
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