11/45 On the high windows of Nemi the sunset light from the Campagna struck and flamed, '_Ave Maria--gratia plena._' How softened now, how thinly, delicately far! The singers must be nearing their homes in the little hill town. No one on the Giardino, no one in the fields near, no one on the Genzano road. She seemed to be absolutely alone. Her two companions indeed could not be far away, and the boys no doubt would come back for the baskets. But meanwhile she could see and hear no one. |