The more Dr.
Sculco talked of windy altitudes, the stronger grew my desire for
such a change of climate, and the more intolerable seemed my state
of languishment. The weather was again stormy, but this time blew
sirocco; I felt its evil breath waste my muscles, clog my veins, set
all my nerves a-tremble. If I stayed here much longer, I should
never get away at all. A superstitious fear crept upon me; I
remembered that my last visit had been to the cemetery.
One thing was certain: I should never see the column of Hera's
temple. I made my lament on this subject to Dr. Sculco, and he did
his best to describe to me the scenery of the Cape. Certain white
spots which I had discovered at the end of the promontory were
little villas, occupied in summer by the well-to-do citizens of
Cotrone; the Doctor himself owned one, which had belonged to his
father before him. Some of the earliest memories of his boyhood were
connected with the Cape: when he had lessons to learn by heart, he
often used to recite them walking round and round the great column.
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