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'That, said Capsucefalo, 'won't prevent him from thinking you a nun yes! and the very nun he is amorous of, for he will have made up his mind that you cannot possibly be anyone else. Seizing the point of the jest, I did not take the trouble to find out the name of the nun I was to represent, nor the convent whence I was to come; the only thing in my head was the five hundred sequins.
Before I left her she said her honour obliged her to get Capsucefalo assassinated, for the wretch had wronged her beyond pardon. By way of quieting her I promised that if the ambassador did not rid us of him within the week I would charge myself with the execution of our common vengeance.
Murray tore away the front of her holy habit, and I extracted a stiletto eight inches long, the false nun weeping bitterly all the time. "Will you hold your tongue, and keep quiet till Capsucefalo comes," said the ambassador, "or go to prison?" "If I keep quiet what will become of me?" "I promise to let you go." "With him?" "Perhaps." "Very well, then, I will keep quiet."
As the false M. M. was named Innocente, we expressed a wish to know how her name agreed with her profession, and how the knave had induced her to play the part she had taken; and she told us the following story: "I have known Count Capsucefalo for two years, and have found him useful, for, though he has given me no money, he has made me profit largely through the people he has introduced to me.
"Six months ago," he replied, "while standing at the convent gate with Mr. Smith, our consul, in whose company I had been to see some ceremony or other, I remarked to him, as we were talking over some nuns we had noticed, 'I would gladly give five hundred sequins for a few hours of Sister M M s company. Count Capsucefalo heard what I said, but made no remark. Mr.
Pleasant Ending of the Adventure of the False Nun M. M. Finds Out That I Have d Mistress She is Avenged on the Wretch Capsucefalo I Ruin Myself at Play, and at the Suggestion of M. M. I Sell all Her Diamonds, One After Another I Hand Over Tonine to Murray, Who Makes Provision for Her Her Sister Barberine Takes Her Place. "How did you make this nice acquaintance?" I asked the ambassador.
Count Capsucefalo had been sent to Cephalonia, his native country, with the order never to return to Venice, and the courtezan had disappeared. The fine part, or rather the fearful part, about these sentences is that no one ever knows the reason why or wherefore, and that the lot may fall on the innocent as well as the guilty.
Murray tore away the front of her holy habit, and I extracted a stiletto eight inches long, the false nun weeping bitterly all the time. "Will you hold your tongue, and keep quiet till Capsucefalo comes," said the ambassador, "or go to prison?" "If I keep quiet what will become of me?" "I promise to let you go." "With him?" "Perhaps." "Very well, then, I will keep quiet."
"No, but I have often seen you passing under my window. I live at St. Roch, near the bridge." The way in which the woman told her yarn convinced us that she was an adept in the science of prostitution, but we thought Capsucefalo, in spite of the count, worthy of the pillory.
Capsucefalo, a little taken aback, said it cost him four hundred sequins. "I will hold it as a pledge for that sum," said the ambassador, putting the ring into his pocket. The other looked chop-fallen, and Murray laughing at his retiring manners told the girl to put on her cloak and to pack off with her worthy acolyte. She did so directly, and with a low bow they disappeared.
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