I T A L I A N C O U N T . . . . . . E N G L I S H W A I F
In a flash of lightening, Count Pietro Bagnelli sees a young woman standing outside his palazzo, a battered suitcase at her feet. This solitary count has turned his back on the world, but he can't turn his back on this bedwraggled waif...
Ruth has retuned to Venice to uncover lost memories, yet finds comfort with this proudly damaged count. As Carnivale sweeps through the city, drama and passion ignite and secrets unravel...
There came a sound that sent a pleasurable shiver down Ruth's spine -- a long wail, coming out of the darkness, echoing fron wall to wall before dying away into distance.
"Do you know what that is?" Pietro asked.
"Yes,it's a gondolier, signaling that he's coming around a blind corner,"she said, "There he is."
As they watched, A long shape drifted into sight, turning toward them -- the gondolier plying his oar at the rear, and in front of him a young man and woman in each other's arms.
I must tell her now. Pietro thought.
From down below the lovers looked up then smiled and waved, as though wanting to share their happiness with the world, before vanishing under the bridge.
I will tell her, but how will she take it?
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