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Updated: May 9, 2025
But Giovanni saw none of these things, and if he had looked out of the small windows of the 'felse, he would not have cared to see them, for beauty did not appeal to him in nature any more than in art, except that in the latter it was a cause of value in things.
They all pushed and jostled each other to see Beroviero's friends and relations, as they emerged from beneath the black 'felse' of their gondolas to enter the house.
Giovanni took leave of Contarini with much ceremony, a little too much, Jacopo thought. "To the Grand Canal," said Giovanni as the gondolier helped him to get in, and he backed under the 'felse. "Try and find the Governor of Murano, and if you see him, take me alongside his gondola."
"I really do not know what to say," he added, after a moment's reflection. "Perhaps there is nothing to be said," answered Marietta, in a tone of irritating superiority, for she certainly had the best of the discussion. They had reached the gondola by this time, and as the servant sat within hearing at the open door of the 'felse, they could not continue talking about such a matter.
Giovanni turned before getting under the 'felse, bowed low as he stood up and said a few words of thanks, which the Governor could hardly have heard as his boat shot ahead, though he made one more gracious gesture with his hand.
The latter, always for his dignity's sake, had pretended to refuse, and had then secretly arranged the matter for Jacopo, as has been seen, without old Contarini's knowledge. Marietta leaned back under the cool, dark 'felse, and her hands lay idly in her lap.
He was proud of his daughter, who was betrothed to the heir of a great Venetian house, he was proud of his own achievements, of his wealth, of the richly furnished gondola, of his two big young oarsmen in quartered yellow and blue hose and snowy shirts, and of his liveried man in blue and gold, who sat outside the low 'felse' on a little stool, staff in hand, ready to attend upon his master and young mistress whenever they should please to go on foot.
The sun was now low, and as the light craft shot out at last upon the Grand Canal, the breeze came up from the land, cool and refreshing. Scores of gondolas were moving up and down, some with the black 'felse, some without, and in the latter there were beautiful women, whose sun-dyed hair shone resplendent under the thin embroidered veils that loosely covered it.
Marietta stood within the shadow of the doorway, very pale. Nella was beside her, and Giovanni's wife, and further in, at a respectful distance, the serving-people, for the master's departure was an event of importance. The gondola pushed off when Beroviero had disappeared under the 'felse' with a final wave of the hand.
Besides, as he suffered from the heat all day, he was afraid of being chilled at evening; so he sat inside the 'felse, gloating over the success of his trip.
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