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"Oh," he replied, "very little.... But a little and a little more end by making a great deal. With what an air he added: 'E gia il moschino e conte' Already the gnat is a count. The gnat was himself. 'A few more sales like yours, my Prince, and my son, the Count of Fossati, will have half a million. He will enter the club and address you with the familiar 'thou' when playing 'goffo' against you.
'It says well for Milan that the Tedeschi can scrape up nothing better from the gutters than rascals the like of those for their service, quoth Agostino. 'Eh, Signor Conte? 'That enclosure about La Vittoria's name on the bills is correct, said the person addressed, in a low tone. He turned and indicated one who followed from the interior of the caffe.
"I think I could ride without a saddle," I said, for I thought it a needless piece of extravagance. "Madonna mia!" he cried. "The Signor Conte ride bareback on a donkey! They would laugh at you. But my brother-in-law can sell you a beast this very day, and for a mere song." "Let us go and see the beast," I said. I felt a little ashamed of having wished to ride without a saddle.
There was, in fact, scarcely a Prince or Princess of the Blood Royal whose love affairs were not conducted flagrantly in the eyes of the world, from the Dowager Duchesse de Bourbon, who lavished her favours on the Scotch financier, John Law, of Lauriston, to the Princesse de Conte, who mingled her piety with a marked partiality for her nephew, Le Kallière.
I meanwhile also threw off my hat and coat the marquis glanced at me with careless approval. "You look a much younger man without your spectacles, conte," he remarked as he handed me my weapon. I smiled indifferently, and took up my position at the distance indicated, exactly opposite Ferrari. He was still occupied in the examination of his pistol, and did not at once look up.
After a few days the Vaudois, who had fled to the woods, were hunted by dogs. Nearly all were captured or killed on the spot. Those captured were tortured in the most horrible way to extort confessions of misdeeds which their enemies had fabricated. One Bernard Conte, who had thrown away a crucifix forced into his hands, was daubed with pitch, and then set on fire.
However, all governments have the politeness to afford one another these services, so that none of them can reproach the others. The small Conte d'Aranda after caressing me affectionately begged me to come and breakfast with him at his boarding-house, telling me that Mdlle. Viar would be glad to see me. The next day I took care not to fail in my appointment with the fair lady.
Le Conte quotes five similar cases, and mentions one in which a lightning-shock to a woman of twenty-nine produced amenorrhea, whereas she had previously suffered from profuse menstruation, and also mentions another case of a woman of seventy who was struck unconscious; the catamenial discharge which had ceased twenty years before, was now permanently reestablished, and the shrunken mammae again resumed their full contour.
"Will you not sit down, sir?" I said, moving a chair for him. He took the seat rather reluctantly. "You do not seem much astonished at what I tell you," he remarked. "It is evident that you are in the plot." "Unless you will inform me of what you know, Signor Conte," I replied with urbanity, "I cannot see how I can be of service to you."
In our own day a lady of the ancient and splendid family of the Peruzzi in Florence denied that the title of count existed in it or need exist: "Ognuno può essere conte: Peruzzi, no."
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