Chapter X
THEY were walking, now, along the right side of the street that led to the Gritti. The wind was at their backs and it blew the girl’s hair forward. The wind parted her hair in the back and blew it forward about her face. They were looking in the shop windows and the girl stopped in front of the lighted window of a jewelry shop.
There were many good pieces of old jewelry in the window and they stood and looked at them and pointed out the best ones to each other, unclasping their hands to do so.
“Is there anything you really want? I could get it in the morning. Cipriani would loan me the money.”
“No,” she said. “I do not want anything but I notice that you never give me presents.”
“You are much richer than I am. I bring you small things from the PX and I buy you drinks and meals.”
