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Pietro and the gondola were in gala costume, snow-white as to Pietro, and, as to the gondola, the new brussels carpet of dark blue, to match Pietro's sash and hat-ribbon and the sea-horse banner floating at the bow. As they passed under the Rialto, and swung round the great bend of the Canal, Geof observed, in an unconsciously weighty tone: "Mother, I have made a discovery." "And that is?"
Pauline went forward and stood upon the upper step, steadying herself by the oarsman's proffered shoulder. The motion seemed stronger, now that she was on her feet. "Hold harder," said Geof; "you won't enjoy it if you don't feel safe. There! That's right."
He seems somehow different. There is something wrong about him. I don't think he is happy." "And what if he is not?" said Geof tentatively. "There need be no mystery about that. I don't suppose many men are really happy." "You don't?" May exclaimed, in naïve surprise.
"Good," May agreed, promptly giving Ruskin the go-by. "And why don't you come in our gondola? You don't want all that clutter going about with you." "I'm afraid if we don't go home and brush up, we shall have the appearance of a clutter in your boat," said Geof. "Speak for yourself," Kenwick protested.
He had rescued his cigarette, which he was smoking, with a dandified air, as he made leisurely progress across the basin. Pietro had been a handsome young blade in his day, and there were moments when he recalled the fact. "Oh, no; I'm not up to that kind of thing," Geof answered; "you know I don't pretend to paint. My business is with bricks and mortar.
Just as Geof arrived upon the scene, a boy, with a paper of corn in each outstretched hand, came running down the length of the Piazza, followed by a fluttering swarm of pigeons, hundreds of them on the wing, in hot pursuit of the flying provender. The wings made a sound of multitudinous flapping that was singularly agreeable to the ear.
There it stretched for miles, the long, narrow strip of sand and masonry, and as the steamer plied the waters of the lagoon, hour after hour, in the bright June morning, they could hear the tread of the breakers on the beach outside, and realise something of the mighty forces that must be resisted in time of winter storms. "That thing almost made an engineer of me," Geof observed.
The Wilsons make a great to-do about the house having been entered, and tell you how he must have been frightened away, frightened away by the hideousness of their things! Those woolly paintings on wood, and the black satin parasol that turns out to be an umbrella stand." "My dear Florence," said her brother mildly, "how can a black satin parasol be an umbrella-stand?" "Exactly, Geof, how can it?
Geof cried, taking possession of the chair. "I've been feeling like an outcast or a galley-slave, or some such unlucky wretch, labouring away at the oar, with you two having the pick of everything inside." "You seemed depressed!" his mother said, with amused appreciation of his lament. They had turned toward home, and were just coming up with the Colonel's gondola.
"Thank you," said Geoffrey, "I'm sorry I spent so much time choosing your Christmas present a year ago." "Oh, of course, Geof dear, that wonderful old silver is valuable, but it is put away where I defy any burglar to find it. There is only my sable coat, and I am going to send for that as soon as I have time to have it cut over." "In my opinion," said Mr.
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