And now an effeminate Greek nobleman, languid as a bride.

And here were Moorish captains, Othello's men, great giants of black marble; and swarthy, hook-nosed merchants of Palestine; and the squires of Crusaders--pretty, ringleted boys, swearing like demons.

And here and there were Scots and Irish mercenaries, kilted, sensitive folk, one moment smiling at you and the next a knife in your gizzard.
And as he went through the courts there were whispers and laughter, and occasionally a soft voice invited him to enter; but he smiled and shook his head.

Near the Canal de Mestre, which is close by the Ghetto, he stopped by the wine-shop called The Prince of Bulgaria, and he could hear great disputation.

And some were speaking of Baldwin II, and how he had no guts to have let Palaeologus take Constantinople from him.
And others were murmuring about Genoa.
"Mark us, they mean trouble, those dogs.