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DON CLEMENTE.
The light was fading in Giovanni Selva's study, and on the little table covered with books and papers.

Giovanni rose and opened the west window.
The horizon was on fire behind Subiaco, along the oblique line of the Sabine hills, which stretch from Rocca di Canterano and Rocca di Mezzo to Rocca San Stefano.

Subiaco, that pointed pile of houses large and small which culminates in the Rocca del Cardinale, was veiled in shadow; not a branch stirred on the olives clustered behind the small, red villa with green blinds, rising on the summit of the circular cliff, round whose base winds the public road; not a branch stirred on the great oak beside it, overhanging the little ancient oratory of Santa Maria della Febbre.

The air, laden with the odours of wild herbs and recent rain, came fresh from Monte Calvo.