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Particularly let the venerable members of the College of Ten he invited, in order that they may at last he brought face to face with this terrible Abellino, against whom they have so long been engaged in fruitless warfare." They shall be present. Flodoardo.
And so neither of you know anything of this Flodoardo? Memmo. No more than of what happened on Rosabella's birthday. Falieri. Well, then, I know one thing more about him; Parozzi is jealous of him. Parozzi. I? Ridiculous, Rosabella may bestow her hand on the German Emperor, or a Venetian gondolier, without its giving me the least anxiety. Falieri. Ha! ha! ha! Memmo.
Some minutes passed, and still they spoke not. Sometimes they gazed on each other, sometimes on the dancers, sometimes on the moon; and then again they forgot each other, the dancers, and the moon, and were totally absorbed in themselves. "Lady," said Flodoardo, at length, "can there be a greater misfortune?"
She shall! and NOT TILL THEN. Rosabella. Ah! Flodoardo, I fear this undertaking will end fatally. Abellino is so crafty, so dreadful. Oh! look well to yourself, for should you meet with the detested monster, whose dagger Oh! silence, Rosabella at least allow me to hope.
Shall it be in vain that I delivered Abellino into your power? Andreas. It was to the brave Flodoardo that I promised Rosabella. I never entered into any engagement with the murderer Abellino. Let Flodoardo claim my niece, and she is his; but Abellino can have no claim to her. Again I say lay down your arms. The murderer Abellino, say you? Ho! ho!
Contarino. We stood as if we had been petrified; not a soul could stir a finger. "In the name of the Doge and the Republic," cried Flodoardo, "yield yourselves and deliver your arms." "The devil shall yield himself sooner than we," exclaimed one of the banditti, and forced a sword from one of the officers.
This intelligence was like the stroke of a poniard to the feeling heart of Rosabella. She fled for shelter to the solitude of her chamber, there indulged her feelings without restraint, and lamented, with showers of repentant tears, her harsh treatment of Flodoardo. The grief which preyed in secret on her soul soon undermined her health.
Her blue eyes soon unclosed themselves once more, and the first object which they beheld was Flodoardo kneeling at her feet, while with one arm he encircled her waist. Her head sank upon the shoulder of the man for whom she had breathed so many sighs, who had occupied so many of her thoughts by day, who had been present in so many of her dreams by night.
"And received much pleasure from your journey?" "Much; for everywhere I heard the praises of Rosabella." "Count Flodoardo," she interrupted him with a look of reprehension, but in a gentle voice, "would you again offend me?" "That will soon be out of my power. Perhaps you can guess what are my present intentions." "To resume your travels soon?"
You have heard that Lomellino that Manfrone " "I know all," answered Flodoardo, with a melancholy air. "Satan has burst his chains, and now inhabits Venice under the name of Abellino, robbing me of all that my soul holds precious.
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