He glided with her through mysterious, narrow canals, between palaces in whose shadows he was once more at home, under high-arched bridges which blurred figures were swiftly crossing.

Many of the wayfarers glanced down for a moment over the parapet, and vanished ere their faces could be discerned.
Now the gondola drew alongside.

A marble stairway led up to the stately mansion of Senator Bragadino.

It was the only palace holding festival.
Masked guests were ascending and descending.

Many of them paused with inquisitive glances; but who could recognize Casanova and Marcolina in their dominoes?
He entered the hall with her.