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Updated: May 6, 2025
Didst thou hear it? The villain still lives. Not one drop of blood has stained the innocent hand of Flodoardo. The Senator Vitalba. Signor Contarino, I have won a thousand sequins of you. Contarino. So it should seem, signor. Andreas. My son, you have bound the Republic to you for ever, and I rejoice that it is to Flodoardo that she is indebted for a service so essential. Vitalba.
In the happy delirium of this moment, nothing but Andreas and his friends were attended to; no one was aware that the conspirators and the self-murderer Contarino were removed by the guards from the saloon; no one but Camilla observed Rosabella, who threw herself sobbing on the bosom of the handsome bravo, and repeated a thousand times, "Abellino, then, is not a murderer!"
"Look to yourself, Contarino," thought I; "if you are found here, you will be hanged for company," and I drew my sword and made a plunge at Flodoardo; but, however well intended, my thrust was foiled by his sabre, which he whirled around with the rapidity of lightning.
The old Lomellino seems to be extremely intimate with this Flodoardo. They say he was well acquainted with his father. Memmo. It was he who presented him to the Doge. Parozzi. Hark! Surely some one knocked at the palace door? Memmo. It can be none but Contarino. Now, then, we shall hear whether he has discovered the banditti. I'll swear to that footstep, it's Contarino.
But, Contarino, you bleed? Contarino. You need not tell me that. I did not do it myself, I promise you. Parozzi. First let us bind up your wounds, and then tell us what has happened to you. It is as well that the servants should remain ignorant of your adventure; I will be your surgeon myself. Contarino. What has happened to me, say you? Oh! a joke, gentlemen, a mere joke.
The Cardinal related how he had of late contrived to insinuate himself into the Doge's good graces, and had succeeded in impressing him with an opinion that the chiefs of the confederacy were fit men to hold offices of important trust. Contarino boasted that he doubted not before long to be appointed to the vacant procuratorship.
The doors were thrown open. Contarino entered hastily, enveloped in his cloak. "Good evening, sweet gentlemen," said he, and threw his mantle aside. And Memmo, Parozzi, and Falieri started back in horror. "Good God!" they exclaimed, "what has happened? You are covered with blood?" "A trifle!" cried Contarino; "is that wine? quick, give me a goblet of it, I expire with thirst."
Here, Falieri, fill the bowl again. Memmo. I can scarcely breathe for terror. Contarino. Very possibly; neither should I, were I Memmo instead of being Contarino. There, look, comrades; you see it's only a cut of not more than two inches deep. Mercy on me! the very sight of it makes my blood run cold. Parozzi brought ointments and linen, and bound up the wound of his associate. Contarino.
Parozzi, how will this end? Memmo. As I live, the very idea makes me shake as if I had a fever. It's very likely that Abellino should suffer himself to be caught! Contarino. Pray inform me, signors, have any of you ever met this Abellino face to face? Several Noblemen at once. Not I. Never. A Senator. He is a kind of spectre, who only appears now and then, when he is least expected and desired.
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