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The Bravo

CHAPTER III
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"The signet, if thou pleasest, and the affair need go no further." "He who would meddle in it, with or without that gage, would do well to pause." The gondolier again turned away disappointed.
"The ring is not suited to thy masquerade, friend of mine," he essayed with a third; "and it would be wise not to trouble the podesta about such a trifle." "Then name it not, lest he hear thee." The answer proved, like all the others, unsatisfactory and bootless.
Gino now ceased to question any; but he threaded the throng with an active and eager eye.

Fifty times was he tempted to speak, but as often did some difference in stature or dress, some laugh, or trifle uttered in levity, warn him of his mistake.

He penetrated to the very head of the piazza, and, returning by the opposite side, he found his way through the throng of the porticoes, looking into every coffee-house, and examining each figure that floated by, until he again issued into the piazzetta, without success.

A slight jerk at the elbow of his jacket arrested his steps, and he turned to look at the person who had detained him.

A female, attired like a contadina, addressed him in the feigned voice common to all.
"Whither so fast, and what hast thou lost in this merry crowd?
If a heart, 'twill be wise to use diligence, for many here may be willing to wear the jewel." "Corpo di Bacco!" exclaimed the disappointed gondolier; "any who find such a bauble of mine under foot, are welcome to their luck! Hast thou seen a domino of a size like that of any other man, with a gait that might pass for the step of a senator, padre, or Jew, and a mask that looks as much like a thousand of these in the square as one side of the campanile is like the other ?" "Thy picture is so well drawn that one cannot fail to know the original.
He stands beside thee." Gino wheeled suddenly, and saw that a grinning harlequin was playing his antics in the place where he had expected to find the stranger.
"And thy eyes, bella contadina, are as dull as a mole's." He ceased speaking; for, deceived in his person, she who had saluted him was no longer visible.


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