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When we arrived, only one gondola was on duty, the gondolier muffled to his eyes in glistening oilskins, his sou'wester hat tied under his chin. "Once on the other side of the Canal it started in to rain again, and so Diffendorfer held his own umbrella over me until we reached my gate on the Fondamenta San Zorzi, in the rear of my quarters.
Marny stopped, threw away the end of his cigar, laid a coin under his plate for the waiter and another on top of it for Henri, the chef, reached for his hat, and said, as he rose from his seat, and flecked the ashes from his coat-sleeve: "So now, whenever I see a poor devil haunting a place like this, looking around out of the corner of his eye, hoping somebody will speak to him, I say that's a Diffendorfer, and more than half the time I'm right."
"Cruthers made no reply, not considering himself, of course, as one of the party, and, nodding pleasantly to my companion, joined Woods's table again. "When dinner was over, Diffendorfer put on his hat and coat, handed me my umbrella, and said: "'I'm going home now. Walk along with me? "It was still raining, the wind rattling the swinging doors of the caffe. I did not answer for a moment.
It was worse than on the previous night; the wind was blowing a gale and whirling the fog into the narrow streets and choking up the archways and sotti portici. "As my foot touched the nagging of the Campo, Diffendorfer stepped forward and laid his hand on my arm. "'You are late, he said. He spoke in the same crisp way he had the night before.
Diffendorfer paid no attention to these intrusions, and kept on down a long corridor ending in a door. I didn't like the heads it looked as if they were waiting for Diffendorfer to bring somebody home, and so I slipped my umbrella along in my hand until I could use it as a club, and waited in the dark until he had found the key-hole, unlocked the door, and thrown it open.
"I reached for the '82 there was only a glass left and was moving the bottle within reach of my friend's hand when Diffendorfer said to Auguste: "'Bring another quart of '82; then he turned and said to the Munich chap: 'Sorry, sir, it isn't the '71, but they haven't a bottle in the house. "I was up a tree, and so I said: "'Cruthers, let me present you to my friend, Mr.
All I saw was the gray light of the windows opposite this door, which made a dim silhouette of Diffendorfer's figure. Then I heard the scraping of a match, and a gas-jet flashed. "'Come in, called Diffendorfer, in a cheery tone. 'Wait till I punch up the fire. Here, take this seat, and he moved a great chair close to the grate.
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