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Under the awning was a glimpse of light draperies, and, as Pietro's gondola drew near, the young men could hear a fresh, girlish voice reading aloud. "We're not in visiting trim," Geof called, gathering himself together, as they came up; "but we must know what you are improving your minds upon." "We are reading Ruskin," May replied, in her most edifying tone of voice. "Oh, St.
In the intervals of conversation Kenwick, watching the straggling group in front, found it curiously gratifying to observe that Daymond did not seem to have much to say for himself. Kenwick had not by any means made up his mind to cut Geof out, but the possibility of such a feat gave a new zest to his intercourse with May.
The actual rise and fall of the water was so slight that it was scarcely apparent to the eye; yet it had the reach and significance of an elemental force, and the gondola rose and sank with a certain tremor, foreign to its usual graceful motion. "Perhaps we had better turn back, Geof," said Mrs. Daymond. "Very well; but not until Miss Beverly has seen the sails outside."
On the second morning following the Torcello trip, Geof was swimming in the Adriatic, far out beyond the line of bathers, shouting and splashing; in the shallows. There, under a dazzling sky, with a strong wind blowing, and whitecaps careering about, he came face to face with the subject of his speculations. The incongruity of catechising a man of his countenance was instantly apparent.
The eager interest with which she listened to his suggestions, the quick intelligence with which she acted upon them. And Pauline, sitting with Geof a little apart from the others, tried in vain to take herself to task for leaving Kenwick so entirely to his own devices. She supposed she understood her sister too well to have any anxiety on her account.
Geof, for his part, had been really stirred by it, but he had no intention of owning it. "I don't think we need waste any sympathy on the moon," he replied. "It's usually cock of the walk here in Venice." Having thus satisfactorily disposed of that subject, the young people turned their steps toward the clock-tower, Geof wondering resignedly why May made no motion to rejoin her family.
To be sure, Geof betrayed no dissatisfaction with the existing arrangement; he was far too well-bred for that, and really, how fine he was, in this as in everything! One would have thought that he was deeply interested in telling her about the great sea-wall in which nature and man have gone into partnership, and upon the preservation of which depends the very existence of Venice.
It is only because Pietro is an old man, and they don't like to hurry him. Isn't that a pretty trait?" "Yes, indeed! Is Pietro very old?" "He is sixty-four. He rows as well as ever, only he hasn't quite the endurance he used to have. He was my husband's gondolier." "And you have had him all these years?" "Yes; since before Geof was born.
They moored at a modest landing, in the shadow of an acacia tree, when Geof and Angelo were promptly dispatched upon a foraging expedition, the ambitious stripling, who had so boldly taken the initiative, beaming broadly at the success of his venture.
"Geof and I are very grateful to you," she was saying, "for bringing those charming girls of yours to Venice." "You like them!" he exclaimed. "I knew you would. Nice girls, both of them. It has been a great thing for them, having you here, and Geof. Geof's a capital fellow." She turned upon her companion a questioning, yet on the whole a pretty confident look.
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