He is no better than an abandoned gondola. His property, his religious belief, and his family. He is bereft of all, just has a scorned old body. Unlike familiar insults, this grief was more than flesh and blood could stand. When someone hurled bodily him out of the cathedral, he saw it. He saw that a lady in white dress turned away.
An abandoned gondola is floating on the scarlet water. It loomed ghostly in the twilight. Ah, Jessica, my daughter. He is sobbing in a lot of pain. Whenever he tilts his head over the edge of the bridge, a deep and burning river seems to pull him.