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A starving wretch, the Republic holds none more miserable. Such am I at present; but hereafter I have powers, knaves. This arm could pierce a heart, though guarded by three breastplates; this eye, though surrounded by Egyptian darkness, could still see to stab sure. A Ruffian. Why, then, did you strike me down, even now? Abellino.
Then must every villain in Venice, who hitherto has kept the daggers of my companions in employment, have recourse to me; then shall I know the names and persons of all those cowardly murderers, of all those illustrious profligates, with whom Matteo and his companions carry on the trade of blood. And then Abellino! Abellino, that is the name. Hear it, Venice, hear it, and tremble."
The extreme retiring distance was fixed at five-and-forty paces, the barriers at five-and-twenty. During this negociation, Abellino produced a pair of good flint-locked Schneller pistols, and exhibited his skill before the company. He ordered his lackey to throw linden leaves up into the air in front of him, and riddled them with bullets three times running.
"By the house at Loretto, I think you have a mind to moralise, Abellino?" "Hark ye, Matteo, only one question. At the Day of Judgment, which think you will hold his head highest, the thief or the assassin?" "Ha! ha! ha!" "Think not that Abellino speaks thus from want of resolution. Speak but the word, and I murder half the senators of Venice; but still "
His whole get-up was unexceptionable his chin was clean-shaven, his moustache and whiskers were downright picturesque, his cravat was ravishing, and his vest magnificent. "The deuce!" thought Abellino; "the wench is making pretty free with my name. Can she be taking me seriously? Well, she may do so if she likes. It doesn't matter much." "Ah, a wedding!" exclaimed Mons. Griffard.
Let nobody breathe the air of this room any longer." Abellino laughed aloud at the old fellow's impotent rage. "Come, come, don't be so furious," he said. "Why échauffer yourself? You only give the apoplexy a quicker chance. Come, come, my good old boy, don't be waxy. I can wait, you know. I am quite a juvenile."
"To the scaffold!" exclaimed at once the Doge, the senators, and the whole crowd of nobility; and every one burst into enthusiastic praises of the dauntless Neapolitan. "Oh, Abellino," exclaimed Andreas, while he wiped away a tear, "I would gladly give my ducal bonnet to be such a bravo as thou hast been.
Matteo, as Abellino was soon given to understand, was the captain of this dangerous troop. He was one who carried villainy to the highest pitch of refinement, incapable of fear, quick and crafty, and troubled with less conscience than a French financier.
So at last, then, he had found the tempter in church. Abellino marched rapidly to the corner of the street, with Alexander after him all the way. There he got into a carriage which was awaiting him. Alexander threw himself into a hackney-coach and trundled after him. He overtook him at the Michael Gate, and here the gentleman got out, while the carriage clattered into the courtyard.
Speechless did he gaze on the daring assassin, who stood before him calm and haughty, unappalled by the majesty of the greatest man in Venice. Abellino nodded to him with an air of familiar protection, and graciously condescended to grin upon him with a kind of half- friendly smile. "Abellino," said the Doge, at length, endeavouring to recollect himself, "thou art a fearful a detestable man."
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