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To my grief, I see the dawn over my tomb, where truth and falsehood mingle in a dubious light, which is neither day nor darkness, but partakes of both." "So you see that in this head there is too much patriotism," said the Prince, laying his hand on the thick black curls that fell on Vendramin's brow. "Oh, if he loves us he will give up his dreadful opium!" said Massimilla.
An earnest entreaty from the Duchess had prompted Vendramin's suggestion to Emilio, for Massimilla had begun to suspect the misery endured by her lover in that cold empyrean where he was wandering, though she had no suspicions of la Tinti. "These two young men are mad!" said the doctor. "As to the Prince," said the Duchess, "trust me to cure him.
"And I am a prince!" As he spoke the words, Emilio Memmi tossed Marco Vendramin's letter into the lagoon without even reading it to the end, and it floated away like a paper boat launched by a child. "But Emilio," he went on to himself, "is but three and twenty.
The song, rising up between the statues of San Teodoro and San Giorgio, in the heart of sleeping Venice lighted by the moon, the words, in such strange harmony with the scene, and the melancholy passion of the singer, held the Italians and the Frenchman spellbound. At the very first notes, Vendramin's face was wet with tears. Capraja stood as motionless as one of the statues in the ducal palace.
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