Chapter 14 No.14

But even in Venice-the magic city-there were days of mists, silvery and gray, when life took on the indistinctness and indecision of a dream; as there were days less lucent, when sea and sky melted in an indistinguishable line and the chameleon tints of the marshes mellowed into a monotonous gray surface-when the wonted brilliancy of the sunset clo