gondola

That evening in the gondola, with one old and two newer friends, is marked with a white stone in my recollection.

A kind of summer palace illuminated by the rays of the rising Sun opened beneath our aerial gondola.

We came out at a gate which opened upon the lake, and there stood a gondola with two under jailers belonging to San Michele.

These, too, were shut and locked, and when I ducked under the nearest gondola I realized that I was trapped.

Further opposition was hopeless, so I returned disconsolate to my gondola, to await the issue.