Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction; War stories
While they were exchanging those words in the extremity of their
consternation, the man nearest to them went down suddenly on his knees
and began to grope under the thwarts industriously. Having heard the
word "hat" he had remembered that while battling with the _sbirri_ he
had trodden on some round object which had given way under his foot. He
assured the signore that it was a thing that could not be helped while
he tendered to him apologetically the rim with one hand and the crown
with the other. It was crushed flat like an empty bag, but it was seized
with avidity and presently Cosmo's feelings were relieved by the
discovery that it still contained the parcel of papers. Attilio took
possession of it with a low nervous laugh. It was an emotional sound
which, coming from that man, gave Cosmo food for wonder during the few
moments the silence lasted before Attilio announced in a whisper, "Here
she is."
Cosmo, looking seaward, saw on the black and gleaming water, polished
like a mirror for the stars, an opaque hummock resembling the head of a
rock; and he thought that the race had been won by a very narrow margin.
The galley in fact had reached the heads of the jetties a very few
minutes only after the boat. On getting back to his station the officer
in the galley pulled about fifty yards clear of the end of the old Mole
and ordered his men to lay oars in. He had left the solution of the
mystery to the police. It was not his concern; and as he knew nothing of
the existence of an outside boat, it never occurred to him to
investigate along the coast. Attilio's boat lurking close inshore was
invisible from seaward. The distance between the two was great enough to
cause the considerable clatter which is made when several oars are laid
in together at the word of command to reach Cosmo only as a very faint,
almost mysterious, sound. It was the last he was to hear for a very long
time. He surrendered to the soft and invincible stillness of air and sea
and stars enveloping the active desires and the secret fears of men who
have the sombre earth for their stage. At every momentary pause in his
long and fantastic adventure it returned with its splendid charm and
glorious serenity, resembling the power of a great and unfathomable love
whose tenderness like a sacred spell lays to rest all the vividities and
all the violences of passionate desire.
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