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: - acts _- ‘ me i one Buty phe : ~ og, > ; . — . tion waahiok of them Hindi retrieve it. ie the areca ie pe ae already endured from his man, Casanoya’s exasperation was such in 4 that moment that, he confesses, he was tempted to kick him after | this bundle. Controlling himself, however, he answered patiently that the matter could not now be helped, and kept steadily amain? a ae At last the apex of the roof was reached, and they got astride of it ie to breathe and to take a survey of their surroundings. They faced © the several cupolas of the Church of Saint Mark, which is comarca with the ducal palace, being, in fact, no more than the private saa 4 of the Doge. ek: . . They set down their bundles, and, of course, in the act of doing | so the wretched Balbi must lose his hat, and send it rolling:down the — coo e roof after the bundle he had already lost. He cried out that it was an 4 = evil.omen, ae “On the contrary,” Casanova assured him patiently, “it isa sine ae of divine protection; for if your bundle or your hat had happened ta "a 2 roll to the left instead of the right it would have fallen into the court- — a a yard, where it would be seen by the guards, who must conchude that — some one is moving on the roof, and so, no doubt, would have dis- . covered us. As it is your hat has followed your bundle into the canal, where it can do no harm.” q Thereupon, bidding the monk await his return, Casanova set on alone on a voyage of discovery, keeping for the present astride of the a roof in his progress. He spent a full hour wandering along the vast a z roof, going to right and to left in his quest, but failing completely 1 to raalatiisy helpful discovery, or ito find anything ‘to which he c attach arope. In theend it began to look as if, after all, he must chase between returning to prison pe flinging himself from the roof into 7 the canal. He was almost in despair, when in his wanderings his at- " tention was caught by a dormer window on the canal side, a about two-thirds of the way down the slope of the roof. With infinite : pre- <a caution he lowered himself down the steep, slippery incline until he — was astride of the little dormer roof. Leaning well forward, he discoy- 3 ered that a slender grating barred the léaded panes of the window — a itself, and for a moment this grating gave him ‘pause. meri a Midnight boomed just then from the Church of Saint Mark, like a reminder that but seven hours remained in which ‘to com a, pay uae ha hg 7