excerpt from 'Friends and Memories' pp. 325 (217 words)

excerpt from 'Friends and Memories' pp. 325 (217 words)

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Friends and Memories

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One night we all went up to Anacapri, where several fishermen and girls danced a tarantella for us. The music was absolutely irresistible ! We looked on for some time, and then we began to realise that, after all, we were neither of us Methuselahs !

“Come on,” cried Munthe. “Why shouldn’t we dance too ?”

I hesitated for a moment. I didn’t know the steps, and said so.

“What does it matter ? Just let yourself go to the music ! Corraggio ! Avvanti!”

How we danced under that vine-covered pergola ! It was a splendid moonlight night - there wasn’t a breath of wind. Naples was visible in the distance with its flaming girdle of lights, and the contrast between our moonlit, star-lit mountain ball-room, and the glittering town, from which the sea divided us, was too beautiful for words. Every ten minutes or so one of the pretty, dark-eyed girls went round with wine, and we were obliged to make a pretence of sipping at the tumbler every time, or our hosts would have felt aggrieved. At last I had to give in. I had danced till I could dance no more, and we still had to walk down to the Marina to our little inn by the sea.

One night we all went up to Anacapri, where several fishermen and girls danced a tarantella for us. The music was absolutely irresistible ! We looked on for some time, and then we began to realise that, after all, we were neither of us Methuselahs !

“Come on,” cried Munthe. “Why shouldn’t we dance too ?”

I hesitated for a moment. I didn’t know the steps, and said so.

“What does it matter ? Just let yourself go to the music ! Corraggio ! Avvanti!”

How we danced under that vine-covered pergola ! It was a splendid moonlight night - there wasn’t a breath of wind. Naples was visible in the distance with its flaming girdle of lights, and the contrast between our moonlit, star-lit mountain ball-room, and the glittering town, from which the sea divided us, was too beautiful for words. Every ten minutes or so one of the pretty, dark-eyed girls went round with wine, and we were obliged to make a pretence of sipping at the tumbler every time, or our hosts would have felt aggrieved. At last I had to give in. I had danced till I could dance no more, and we still had to walk down to the Marina to our little inn by the sea.

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