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Updated: May 3, 2025
The bay was a shallow one, and was but five or six hundred yards from point to point, the rocks rising nearly in a line between the points, and showing for about two hundred yards above water, and at about the same distance from the cliffs behind them. "What height do you think those rocks are above the water, Giuseppi?"
It was his constant habit of an evening, when well away from the crowded canals in the gondola, with Giuseppi, the son and assistant of his father's gondolier, to take an oar, for he had thoroughly mastered the difficult accomplishment of rowing well in a gondola; but he only did this when far out from the city, or when the darkness of evening would prevent his figure from being recognized by any of his acquaintances, for no Venetian of good family would demean himself by handling an oar.
"Still, I do not like the idea of losing the Lido." After the meal was over Francis rose, and asked Matteo to accompany him on a stroll along the cliffs, Giuseppi as usual following them. They walked along until they rounded the head of the bay, and were able to look along the coast for some distance. It was steep and rocky, and worn into a number of slight indentations.
Giuseppi, with the cunning of his ilk, philandered on the opposite corner, leaving his patrons to help themselves, no doubt on a theory related to the hypothesis of the watched pot. This particular newspaper was, according to its custom and design, an educator, a guide, a monitor, a champion and a household counsellor and vade mecum. From its many excellencies might be selected three editorials.
Their fare came down to the gondola a few minutes after the clock had tolled the half hour. "I see you are punctual," he said, "which is more than most of you men are." Francis was rowing the bow oar, and therefore stood with his back to the passenger, and was not likely to be addressed by him, as he would naturally turn to Giuseppi, who stood close behind him.
"It does not make much difference to us, if we are well paid, to keep awake," Giuseppi said. Upon such occasions he was always the spokesman. "You know San Nicolo?" "Yes, I know it," Giuseppi said; "but it is a long row six miles, if it's a foot." "You will have to wait there for an hour or two, but I will give you half a ducat for your night's work." "What do you say, partner?"
"Keep cool, Giuseppi," he said. "They will be up to us in a minute or two. When their bow is within a yard or two of us, and I say, 'Now! sweep her head straight round towards the lagoon. We can turn quicker than they can. Then let them gain upon us, and we will then turn again." The gondola in pursuit came up hand over hand.
On the way he told Beppo and his son that the next day he was leaving Venice, and was going to enter the service of Signor Polani. Giuseppi ceased rowing, and, throwing himself down at the bottom of the gondola, began to sob violently, with the abandonment to his emotions common to his race. Then he suddenly sat up. "If you are going, I will go too, Messer Francisco.
There were lights in the cabins, and a buzz of talking, laughing, and singing among the crews on board. "What luck today?" a sailor asked them as they rowed past, twenty or thirty yards from the side of one of the ships. "Very poor," Giuseppi replied. "I think your ships, and the boats lying about, and the firing, have frightened the fish away from this end of the lagoons."
"But they will never believe me, Messer Francisco," Giuseppi said in alarm. "They will believe you, because it will be a confirmation of my story; but I don't think that there is the least chance of our ever hearing anything further about it." "Why not denounce them at once without putting your name to it," Giuseppi said.
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