Although the storm had subsided and the night was still, her brain refused to cease its chaotic tumble. Everything that had happened since she had met Paolo came back to torment her. At last she drifted off and, like most nights, was visited by a succession of erotic dreams that left her breathless and her heart pounding when she awoke in the dark. The next morning dawned tranquil and warm after the tempest of the day before. In the bright April sunshine the earth lay damp and steamy, the sea calm. The hillside, which at night had been shrouded in darkness, was now bathed in a mellow saffron light. Among the olives and vines, standing erect, were pointed cypresses and massive ilex trees, which formed great blocks of dark foliage. Venetia woke up to a cacophony of birdsong in the trees outside her bedroom window. Instead of pigeons perched on ancient city roofs, here there were thrushes singing in the garden, building their new nests high up in the tall Italian stone pines she had noticed the night before.
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