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We began playing, and Agatha made me play with Callimena, the freshness and simplicity of whose character delighted me. I told her all I knew about her sister, and promised I would write to Turin to enquire whether she were still there. I told her that I loved her, and that if she would allow me, I would come and see her. Her reply was extremely satisfactory.
I placed them beside Goudar's two hundred, and in two hours my bank was broken, and I went to console myself with my Callimena. Finding myself penniless I decided to yield to the pressure of Agatha's husband, who continued to beg me to take back the jewelry I had given his wife. I told Agatha I would never have consented if fortune had been kinder to me.
"So pretty, and yet poor?" "Yes, for she will have all or nothing; and lovers of that kind are rare in Naples." "But she must have some lover?" "If she has, no one has heard of him. You had better make her acquaintance and go and see her. You will soon be friends." "What's her name?" "Callimena. The lady who is speaking to her is her aunt, and I expect they are talking about you."
I placed them beside Goudar's two hundred, and in two hours my bank was broken, and I went to console myself with my Callimena. Finding myself penniless I decided to yield to the pressure of Agatha's husband, who continued to beg me to take back the jewelry I had given his wife. I told Agatha I would never have consented if fortune had been kinder to me.
I went back to "Crocielles" as if nothing had happened. The chevalier was making love to Sara, and the rest were playing cards. I left the company an hour afterwards without having said a word about my duel, and for the last time I supped with Callimena. Six years later I saw her at Venice, displaying her beauty and her talents on the boards of St. Benedict's Theatre.
"Fifteen years afterwards, I saw her again and she was a widow, happy enough, apparently, and enjoying a great reputation on account of her rank, wit and social qualities, but our connection was never renewed." Callimena, who was kind to him "for love's sake alone" at Sorrento in 1770. Marcoline, the girl he took away from his younger brother, the Abby Casanova, at Geneva in 1763.
Don Pascal Latilla could not be jealous of the attentions paid me by his idol, for I was a stranger, and they were my due; while her husband prided himself on his freedom from those vulgar prejudices to which so many Neapolitans are subject. In the midst of all this gaiety I could not help stealing many a furtive glance towards Callimena.
"So pretty, and yet poor?" "Yes, for she will have all or nothing; and lovers of that kind are rare in Naples." "But she must have some lover?" "If she has, no one has heard of him. You had better make her acquaintance and go and see her. You will soon be friends." "What's her name?" "Callimena. The lady who is speaking to her is her aunt, and I expect they are talking about you."
Don Pascal Latilla could not be jealous of the attentions paid me by his idol, for I was a stranger, and they were my due; while her husband prided himself on his freedom from those vulgar prejudices to which so many Neapolitans are subject. In the midst of all this gaiety I could not help stealing many a furtive glance towards Callimena.
I remarked that as I should soon be leaving for Rome, I should like to sup with her niece every evening. She thought this a very natural wish on my part, and so we went to Callimena, who was delighted to hear the result of our interview. I lost no time, but supped and passed that night with her.
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