Mosquitoes came buzzing in and hummed sullenly round the room; the sea, which I could hear from thence, rumbled dull like an earthquake--black clouds were casting up over it; the moon was setting in the waves, broad and red, like a hot cannon-ball--she threw her last bloody glance over a world quivering with the ferment of tempest.
"Sentivo muggire il mare, come un rombo di terremoto, le nuvole nere si addensavano nell'aria, la luna brillava sulle onde, larga e rossa come la bocca di un cannone; ella gettava la sua ultima luce sanguigna sulla terra tremolante col fermento della tempesta.