[The Bravo by J. Fenimore Cooper]@TWC D-Link bookThe Bravo CHAPTER XI 4/18
The good saints will hear our prayers, when we least think they are listening.
Come with me, for I am sent to seek thee." The fisherman regarded his new acquaintance with surprise, and then turning to bestow an instant of habitual care on his boat, he cheerfully professed himself ready to proceed.
The place where they stood was a little apart from the thoroughfare of the quays, and though there was a brilliant moon, the circumstance of two men in their garbs being there, was not likely to attract observation; but Jacopo did not appear to be satisfied with this security from remark.
He waited until Antonio had left the gondola, and then unfolding a cloak, which had lain on his arm, he threw it, without asking permission, over the shoulders of the other. A cap, like that he wore himself, was next produced, and being placed on the grey hairs of the fisherman, effectually completed his metamorphosis. "There is no need of a mask," he said, examining his companion attentively, when his task was accomplished.
"None would know thee, Antonio, in this garb." "And is there need of what thou hast done, Jacopo? I owe thee thanks for a well meant, and, but for the hardness of heart of the rich and powerful, for what would have proved a great kindness.
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