[The Bravo by J. Fenimore Cooper]@TWC D-Link bookThe Bravo CHAPTER I 11/14
Your blows, for two sequins, leave a man leisure to tell tales, or even to say his prayers half the time." "Jacopo!" ejaculated the other, with an emphasis which seemed to be a sort of summing up of all his aversion and horror. The gondolier shrugged his shoulders with quite as much meaning as a man born on the shores of the Baltic could have conveyed by words; but he too appeared to think the matter exhausted. "Stefano Milano," he added, after a moment of pause, 'there are things in Venice which he who would eat his maccaroni in peace, would do well to forget.
Let thy errand in port be what it may, thou art in good season to witness the regatta which will be given by the state itself to-morrow." "Hast thou an oar for that race ?" "Giorgio's, or mine, under the patronage of San Teodoro.
The prize will be a silver gondola to him who is lucky or skilful enough to win; and then we shall have the nuptials with the Adriatic." "Thy nobles had best woo the bride well; for there are heretics who lay claim to her good will.
I met a rover of strange rig and miraculous fleetness, in rounding the headlands of Otranto, who seemed to have half a mind to follow the felucca in her path towards the Lagunes." "Did the sight warm thee at the soles of thy feet, Gino dear ?" "There was not a turbaned head on his deck, but every sea-cap sat upon a well covered poll and a shorn chin.
Thy Bucentaur is no longer the bravest craft that floats between Dalmatia and the islands, though her gilding may glitter brightest.
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