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Updated: June 1, 2025
The rain had ceased, and a timid relenting had stolen into the west. Geof turned and glanced from the sky to Vittorio's gondola which still lay moored under the shelter of the bridge. "If I only dared!" he said to himself; and then, flinging his head back, with a free, boyish gesture, he strode on to the entrance of the gallery. Pauline had returned to her seat before the great Titian.
The pleasure of Vittorio's passengers was not a little heightened by the proximity of Nanni's old gondola, which lay only one boat's width removed from their own, and was filled to overflowing with the wives and children of his two gondolier brothers.
"Yes; but it will be young again in a week or two," May observed, consolingly; and at that instant an emerald light struck full upon the white façade of San Giorgio, and straightway the poor old moon was consigned to the oblivion it clearly coveted. Gathering Poppies "This is Vittorio's gondola, is it not, Nanni?" asked May, who had an eye for details and had instantly identified the boat.
The little jest fell as soothingly familiar upon the ear of Vittorio's one passenger as the dip of the oar or the bell of San Giorgio Maggiore sounding across the harmonising water spaces.
Luigi shook his head, but he did not help the gossips solve the problem. He had had trouble enough already with Vittorio's father. "A common wench from the yards, I hear, Luigi!" he had blazed out "and you, I understand, brought them together you, who have been my friend for " "Stop, Borodini! Not another word! You are angry, and when you are angry you are stupid.
"Si, Signore; she died in February." One less mouth to feed, the Colonel thought to himself; and perhaps the thought was apparent to the quick perception of the gondolier, although the padrone only remarked: "An old woman she must have been." For Vittorio's face grew wistful, and there was a tone of gentle reproach in his voice, as he said: "We should like well to have the mother with us again."
Gray shall decide at what hour we shall set off the next morning, and also at what hour we shall breakfast, after first hearing what Vittorio's opinion is as to the best time for setting out. "Why can't we have a fixed time for setting out every day?" asked Rollo, "and agree about it once for all beforehand." "Because we have different distances to go on different days," said Mr.
The girl gave a half-smothered cry, darted forward and covered Vittorio's hands with her own. Some whispered word must have followed, for the old light broke over her face and she would have cried out for joy had not Luigi cautioned her. For a moment the two stood with fingers intertwined, their bowed foreheads kept apart by the cold grating.
They knew how severe the father of Vittorio and Nanni had been to his boys; how he had, on more than one occasion, pitched them overboard, straight into the canal, yet how he was, nevertheless, "a just man!" They were acquainted with Vittorio's harmlessly revolutionary views, and with his reasons for not voting.
Vittorio's gondola was disappearing down the broad Canareggio Canal, and Pietro needed no bidding to follow after.
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