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That signified: "In two hours she will be dead." "Good! you shall be satisfied with me," had been Corilla's answer. The door was again closed. Corilla turned smiling to Carlo, her former rancor seemed to have vanished; she was in high spirits. "Carlo," said she, "how good you are not to leave me! Let us now begin. I feel myself glowing with inspiration.
A real hatred is of as much value as a real love; indeed, often of much greater. One can more safely confide in hatred, as it is more enduring. I will therefore confide in you, signora, if you will swear to me to betray no word of what I shall tell you." "I swear it!" was Corilla's response. "Listen, then!
At the Marquis Capponi's I made the acquaintance of Corilla's lover, the Marquis Gennori, who took me to a house where I met my fate. I fell in love with Madame a young widow, who had been spending a few months in Paris. This visit had added to her other attractions the charm of a good manner, which always counts for so much.
Carlo indicated Natalie, and bowed to the ground before her. "Princess Tartaroff?" asked the cardinal, with astonishment. "That she is a princess, I know not," said Carlo, "but I am quite certain she is a poetess!" What was it that at this moment stirred the soul of the young maiden? She now felt a pride, a blessed joy, and yet she had previously felt so sad at Corilla's triumph!
Poems came fluttering down on all sides; the first that fell upon Corilla's head, Cardinal Albani eagerly seized and unfolded for the purpose of reading it aloud. But after the first few lines his voice was silenced it was an abusive poem, full of mockery and scorn. But nevertheless she was crowned.
I returned the visit, and he introduced me to his family and invited me to dinner. For the first time since I had come to Florence I dressed myself with elegance and wore my jewels. At the Marquis Capponi's I made the acquaintance of Corilla's lover, the Marquis Gennori, who took me to a house where I met my fate.
I am entirely isolated, and of what use is a solitary paradise?" Corilla had kept her word. She had sent to Alexis Orloff, Carlo's brother, Joseph Ribas, the galley-slave, and with a malicious smile she had said to the latter, "You will avenge me on your treacherous brother?" Count Orloff warmly welcomed Corilla's protege.
Then, had she not achieved a triumph a triumph in the presence of Corilla? But then, also, how many desillusions had she not experienced in a few hours? How had her heart been cooled by the rich flow of words in Corilla's poesy! Her whole soul had languished for the acquaintance of a poetess, and she had heard only a rhymed work of art. And then the last terrible event!
Corilla's successor was the beautiful Fantastici, a young woman of pleasing personality and remarkable powers of improvisation, who soon became a popular favorite. Both at home and abroad, Italian women were coming to the fore in musical circles, and no opera in any one of the continental capitals was complete without its prima donna.
Go! you are a cold-hearted man, and wholly undeserving of Corilla's love!" "But," despairingly exclaimed the cardinal, "you require of me a service that it is not in my power to perform. Ask something else, Corilla ask a human life, and you shall have it! But I cannot give what is not mine.
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