ried:

"'"This is that Falieri who vanquished Morbassan; this is the valiant
leader whose victorious banners waved in the breezes of the Black Sea."
Wherever the populace were collected some one would tell of old
Falieri's heroic deeds; the sky rang with wild shouts of joy, as if
Doria were beaten already. Moreover, Nicolo Pisani (who--heaven only
knew why--had sailed quietly off to Sardinia, instead of going with his
fleet to encounter Doria) came back at last. Doria withdrew from the
gulf; and what the return of Pisani's fleet had effected was
unanimously ascribed to the terrible name "Falieri." The populace and
the Signoria were seized by a sort of fanatical ecstasy at the
fortunate selection; and it was determined that the new Doge should be
welcomed on his arrival as if he were some messenger of heaven bringing
with him honour, wealth, and victory. The Signoria sent twelve nobles,
each escorted by a numerous and brilliant retinue, to Verona, where the
envoys of the Republic were to announce to Falieri, on his arrival, his
elevation to the leadership of the State. Fifteen richly decorated
galleys, prepared for the occasion by the Podesta of Chioggia, and
under command of his son, Taddeo Giustiniani, received the Doge and his
following at Chiozzo. He thence proceeded to St. Clemens (where the
Bucentoro was waiting for him) in a triumphal procession like those of
the mightiest and most victorious monarchs.

"Just at this time, namely, when Marino Falieri was about to step on
board the Bucentoro (and this was on the evening of the third of
October, as the sun was beginning to set), a poor unfortunate fellow
was lying stretched out upon the marble pavement under the pillars of
the Palace. A few rags of striped canvas, whose colour had ceased to be
distinguishable, and which seemed to have belonged to a costume such as
the commonest sort of boatmen and porters wear, hung about his
attenuated limbs. Nothing in the nature of a shirt was visible save the
poor fellow's own skin, which peeped out everywhere, but was so fine
and white and delicate that the very noblest in the land might have
displayed it without shyness or shame. Also the very leanness of his
limbs set off the pureness of their symmetry. And when one saw the
bright chestnut locks, all wild and dishevelled, which shaded the
beautiful forehead; the blue eyes, darkened only by comfortless
poverty; the aquiline nose; the delicately formed mouth, of this
unfortun