Literary Love-Letters and Other Stories
the Piazza. A strident band sent up voluminous notes that boomed ba
ce suggested, idly.
-convent-Miss Bar
ause by adding
I shall m
ould see the blue wat
epeated, vaguely.
ance
ne had but to wait to still the problems
leave?" Sever
s. He was murmuring to himself. "I have played with
tell,"
stepped into a gond
the swarming alleys l
wrence drifted tranquilly on. He had slipped a cable; he was free and ready for the open sea. Following at random any turning that offered, he came out suddenly upon Verocchio's black horseman a
l sleeping sweetly in the mountains, where the sun rested on its going down, and a villino with two old trees where the court seemed ever silent. In the stealthy, passing hours she came and sat in the sun, and was. And the two r
the Misericordia a faint plash and drip from a passing gondola; then, in a moment, as t
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