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THE HILL OF VENUS Some by land, and some by sea, the revellers took their morning way along the coast towards the ruins of ancient Baiae. Francesco was on horseback, a friend having furnished him with an excellent mount. As he cantered on, the road continually revealed the far-sparkling sea. A flock of brilliant butterflies dipped and poised on the waters,--pleasure boats bound for the tryst. Ilaria! Ilaria! She and he were moving by different ways to the same goal. Steeds proved swifter than sails that morning; th…