the Piazza. A strident band sent up voluminous notes that boomed ba

ce suggested, idly.

-convent-Miss Bar

ause by adding

I shall m

ould see the blue wat

epeated, vaguely.

ance

ne had but to wait to still the problems

leave?" Sever

s. He was murmuring to himself. "I have played with

tell,"

stepped into a gond

the swarming alleys l

wrence drifted tranquilly on. He had slipped a cable; he was free and ready for the open sea. Following at random any turning that offered, he came out suddenly upon Verocchio's black horseman a

l sleeping sweetly in the mountains, where the sun rested on its going down, and a villino with two old trees where the court seemed ever silent. In the stealthy, passing hours she came and sat in the sun, and was. And the two r

the Misericordia a faint plash and drip from a passing gondola; then, in a moment, as t