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The difficulty consists in obtaining the dead men's fat for the candles, and also in slapping the saint before he have time to vanish. "If it were not for that," says Sor Asdrubale, "the Government would have had to suppress the lottery ages ago eh!" Sept. 9th.
In another picture may be seen, portrayed by the same Sofonisba, her father Signor Amilcare, who has on one side one of his daughters, her sister, called Minerva, who was distinguished in painting and in letters, and on the other side Asdrubale, their brother, the son of the same man; and these, also, are executed so well, that they appear to be breathing and absolutely alive.
It is midnight; another moment and she will be here! Patience, my heart! I hear it beating loud. I trust that no one will accuse poor Sor Asdrubale.
I sit and seem to see that street at Posen, the wide street with the windows illuminated by the Christmas lights, the green fir-branches grazing the window-panes. Christmas Eve, Midnight. I have done it. I slipped out noiselessly. Sor Asdrubale and his sisters were fast asleep.
What makes me think this, is that I have been calculating my nativity by help of an old book belonging to Sor Asdrubale and see, my horoscope tallies almost exactly with that of Medea da Carpi, as given by a chronicler. May this explain?
Sor Asdrubale, my landlord, poking about in slippers among the gilded chests, the Empire sofas, the old cups and saucers and pictures which no one will buy, congratulated me upon the improvement in my looks. "You work too much," he says; "youth requires amusement, theatres, promenades, amori it is time enough to be serious when one is bald" and he took off his greasy red cap.
A grand illumination of the town in honor of the taking of Rome fifteen years ago. Except Sor Asdrubale, my landlord, who shakes his head at the Piedmontese, as he calls them, the people here are all Italianissimi. The Popes kept them very much down since Urbania lapsed to the Holy See in 1645. Sept. 28th. I have for some time been hunting for portraits of the Duchess Medea.
Sor Asdrubale, as they call my landlord, is also a notary.
Then the others Pico, the Groom, Stimigliano, Oliverotto, Frangipani, Prinzivalle degli Ordelaffi will they all be there? But she shall love me best me by whom she has been loved after she has been three hundred years in the grave! Dec. 24th. I have made all my arrangements. Tonight at eleven I slip out; Sor Asdrubale and his sisters will be sound asleep.
I can see the cobwebs in the windowpanes; it does look as if, as Sor Asdrubale says, only rats and spiders congregated within it. And yet and yet; I have so clear a remembrance, so distinct a consciousness of it all.
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