The fact is, that but for Auguste, who was scared white half
the time, fearing the Government would get on to his cigarette game, no
one would have noticed him. Besides, the fellow might have his own
reasons for remaining incog., and if he did we all knew he wouldn't have
been the first one.
"A few days after this I was painting up the Zattere near San
Rosario--I was making the sketch for that big Giudeeca picture--the one
that went to Munich that year--you remember it?--lot of figures around a
fruit-stand, with the church on the right and the Giudeeca and Lagoon
beyond--and had my gondolier Marco posing some twenty feet away with his
back turned toward me, when my mysterious friend walked out from a
little _calle_ tins side of the church, looked at Marco for a moment
without turning his head--he didn't see me--and stopped at a door next
to old Pietro Varni's wine-shop. He hesitated a moment, looking up and
down the Zattere, opened the door with a key which he took from his
pocket, and disappeared inside.
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