[Opendesigns-public] Ot the least air of resenting my want of considerati

[Ingemi]

 on marble (the only sounds of the arcades that enclose it), is like an open-air saloon dedicated to cooling
drinks and to a still
finer degustation--that of the exquisite impressions received during the day. When I did not prefer to keep mine to myself there was always
a stray tourist, disencumbered
of his Baedeker, to discuss them with, or some domesticated painter
rejoicing in the return of the season of strong effects. The wonderful church, with its low domes and bristling embroideries,
the mystery of its mosaic and sculpture,
looking ghostly in the tempered gloom, and the sea breeze passed between the twin columns of the Piazzetta, the lintels of a door no longer guarded, as gently as if a rich curtain were swaying

there. I used sometimes

on these occasions to think of the Misses Bordereau and of the pity of
their being shut up in apartments which in the Venetian July even Venetian vastness did not prevent from
being stuffy. Their life seemed miles away from the life of the Piazza, and no doubt it was really too late to make
the austere Juliana change her
habits. But poor Miss Tita would have enjoyed one of Florian's ices, I was sure; sometimes I even had thoughts of carrying one home to her. Fortunately my patience
bore fruit, and I was not obliged to do anything so ridiculous. One evening about the middle of July I came in earlier than usual--I forget what chance had led to this--and instead
of going
up to my quart
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