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"Don Camillo Monforte, I am, like yourself, a Christian." "Ha! Thou knowest me 'tis Battista, the gondolier that I once entertained in my household?" "Signore, 'tis not Battista." As he spoke, the stranger faced the moon, in a manner that threw all of its mild light upon his features.
Don Camillo was touched, for the Bravo spoke without bitterness, and in deep sorrow. "I would thou wert at the confessional, poor Jacopo!" he said; "I am little able to give ease to such a burden." "Signore, I have lived too long shut out from the good wishes of my fellows, and I can bear with it no longer.
"It may yet redeem thy life, wert thou wise enough to turn it to account." "What would your eccellenza at my hands? It is plain that the Council know of the flight of Don Camillo, nor will I believe that eyes, which so seldom are closed, have not yet missed the daughter of the Tiepolo." "Both are true, Jacopo; but what hast thou to say of the means?
The younger of his sons, by an especial decree, which favored a family that had well served the state, took these estates, while the elder transmitted the senatorial rank and the Venetian fortunes to his posterity. Time hath extinguished the elder branch; and Don Camillo hath for years besieged the council to be restored to those rights which his predecessor renounced." "Can they refuse him?"
"Daughter, beware; the intercession of one in whom St. Mark feels so lively an interest, may raise up enemies to Don Camillo, instead of friends." Donna Violetta was silent, while the monk and Donna Florinda both regarded her with affectionate concern. The former then adjusted his cowl, and prepared to depart.
Then he reproved her, saying that it was imprudent to visit such houses. Villela might learn of it, and then ... "Impossible! I was exceedingly careful when I entered the place." "Where is the house?" "Near here. On Guarda-Velha Street. Nobody was passing by at the time. Rest easy. I'm not a fool." Camillo laughed again. "Do you really believe in such things?" he asked.
It speaketh of proofs in possession of the accuser, as if he were an agent intrusted by the Neapolitan. As a pledge of his truth, I suppose, for there is no mention made of any other use, he sends the signet of Don Camillo himself, which cannot have been obtained without that noble's confidence." "Is it certain that he owns the ring?" "Of that I am well assured.
Count Orso permits a half-tone of paternal severity to point his kindly hint that time is passing. When he was young, he says, in the broad and benevolently frisky manner, he would have signed ere the eye of the maiden twinkled her affirmative, or the goose had shed its quill. Camillo still trifles. Then he dashes the pen to earth. 'Never! I have but one wife. Our marriage is irrevocable.
Camillo, famous for his beauty and his courage, followed the fortunes of Filibert of Savoy, and died in France. Flaminio was still a boy, dependent, as the sequel of this story shows, upon his sister's destiny. Of Marcello, the second in age and most important in the action of this tragedy, it is needful to speak with more particularity.
For Camillo he had found lodgings with an excellent tutor, in whose care, after a year's study, he was to travel abroad and see the world: while for me he had chosen a home with some discreet ladies who would attend to my schooling." "The house was in the Rue de Luxembourg a corner house, where the street is joined by a lane running from the Place du Parvis.
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