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Let me come and see you at work at your own furnace before long . I have always wished to see glass blown . '' Without waiting for more , he walked quickly away , waving his hand after he had already turned . It was noon when Zorzi had folded his patent carefully and hidden it in his bosom , and he and Beroviero and Pasquale went out of the busy gateway under the outer portico . Beroviero led the way to the right , and they passed Saint Mark 's in the blazing sun , and the Patriarch 's palace , and came to the shady landing , the very one at which the old man and his daughter had got out when they had come to the church to meet Contarini . The gondola was waiting there , and Beroviero pushed Zorzi gently before him . `` You are still lame , '' he said .