Chapter XXXIV
Clara
The next morning the sun was shining, an unbelievable warm April sun which was discordant with the general gloomy atmosphere of the city. The sirens had stopped but the tension was still tangible.
Fosco woke up and it was still dark. Luciano was sleeping in the tiny sitting room so there was no room to sit down and write.
He looked at Clara lying down beside him, her amber skin and the perfect shape of her face framed by her black curly hair, dishevelled
-My beloved Clara, I would have never thought I could meet somebody like her-
He wished he could put his lips on hers but he was afraid of waking her up. It was too early. The baby was sleeping peacefully in his cradle, his little fists were above his head, his little chest was lifting slightly with his breathing
