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Chapter 4
Throughthegaps,choppedoutintheoleanderhedges,theharbourbranchrailway,laidouttemporarilyontheleveloftheplain,curvedawayitsshiningparallelribbonsonabeltofscorchedandwitheredgrasswithinsixtyyardsoftheendofthehouse.IntheeveningtheemptymaterialtrainsofflatcarscircledroundthedarkgreengroveofSulaco,andran,undulatingslightlywithwhitejetsofsteam,overtheplaintowardstheCasaViola,ontheirwaytotherailwayyardsbytheharbour.TheItaliandriverssalutedhimfromthefoot-platewithraisedhand,whilethenegrobrakesmensatcarelesslyonthebrakes,lookingstraightforward,withtherimsoftheirbighatsflappinginthewind.InreturnGiorgiowouldgiveaslightsidewaysjerkofthehead,withoutunfoldinghisarms.
Onthismemorabledayoftheriothisarmswerenotfoldedonhischest.Hishandgraspedthebarrelofthegungroundedonthethreshold;hedidnotlookuponceatthewhitedomeofHiguerota,whosecoolpurityseemedtoholditselfalooffromahotearth.Hiseyesexaminedtheplaincuriously.Talltrailsofdustsubsidedhereandthere.Inaspecklessskythesunhungclearandblinding.Knotsofmenranheadlong;othersmadeastand;andtheirregularrattleoffirearmscameripplingtohisearsinthefiery,stillair.Singlefiguresonfootraceddesperately.Horsemengallopedtowardseachother,wheeledroundtogether,separatedatspeed.