"Perhaps to Ortona."
"What is her cargo?"
"Perhaps oranges."
She began to laugh; and even her laugh, enveloping her as if in a live wave of freshness, transfigured her anew.
"Look, look!" she cried, raising herself on one elbow and pointing to the horizon of the sea, where it appeared as if a curtain had fallen. "Five other sails, over there in file. Do you see them?"
"Yes, I see them."
"There are five?"
"Yes, five."
"More, more! Over there! Look, another file! What a number there are!"
The sails appeared at the extreme limit of the sea, red like little flames, motionless.