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CHAPTER VII. 



In the afternoon the 

 Sirocco began to blow 

 and it became hot and 

 sultry-. After supper I 

 went OLit into the garden 

 in front of the house and 

 then further down to the 

 sliore in the hopes of getting 

 cool. I sat down upon a rock 

 which juts out into the Bay of 

 Garavan. The hot wind had ceased 

 but the air was still oppressive 



The stars shone- in the clear sky 

 and their reflections danced 

 on the waves. Here and 

 tliere bright lights rose 

 mysteriously out of 

 the deep: they flashed 

 on the crests of the 

 billows, or traced long 

 streaks on the dark waters. 

 These were marine creatures which 

 were illuminating, with their own 

 light, their path in the darkness of 

 night. I watched this sparkling 

 and gleaming of the sea. From 

 time to time I threw a handful 

 of pebbles down into the 

 \\'hich appeared to ignite wherever a 



Miittkiola 

 iucana. 



