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Rosabella was unable to answer; she stood like one changed to a statue, and fixed her motionless eyes on the bravo. Abellino took her cold hand and pressed it to his lips. "Rosabella," said he, "art thou still mine?" Rosabella. Flodoardo, oh! that I had never loved, had never seen thee! Abellino. Rosabella wilt thou still be the bride of Flodoardo? wilt thou be "the Bravo's Bride?"
During my late excursions I have heard much in praise of these young men, which makes me wish to show myself to them in a favourable light. If you have no objection, let me beg you to invite them also. Andreas. You shall be gratified. Flodoardo. One thing more, which had nearly escaped my memory. Let no one know the motive of this entertainment till the whole company is assembled.
Rosabella drew near the window; Flodoardo at length ventured to approach it also. "Signora," said he, "are you still angry with me?" "I am not angry with you," stammered out Rosabella, and blushed as she recollected the garden scene. "And you have quite forgiven my transgression?"
It's true, I have quitted my sick-bed since yesterday; but I know well that I am soon to return to it, never to leave it more. And therefore therefore, I now ask your pardon, signor, for the vexation which I was obliged to cause to you the last time we met." Flodoardo replied not. "Will you not forgive me? You must be very difficult to appease very revengeful!" Flodoardo replied not.
But since he is an absolute stranger in Venice, how could Flodoardo discover the lurking place of the banditti? Contarino. I know not; probably by mere accident like myself, but by the Power that made me, he shall pay dearly for this wound. Falieri. Flodoardo is rather too hasty in making himself remarked. Parozzi. Flodoardo must die. May his next cup contain poison. Falieri.
The Doge had scarcely ceased to speak, when Lomellino entered the room, conducting a tall young man, richly habited in the Grecian fashion. "My gracious lord," said Lomellino, "I present to you the Count Flodoardo, who humbly sues for your protection." Flodoardo uncovered his head in token of respect, took off his mask, and bowed low before the illustrious ruler of Venice. Andreas.
Flodoardo is a clever gentleman, no doubt, yet I would advise him to take good care of himself; for he will find that Abellino knows a trick or two, or I am much mistaken. Gonzaga. May I request your Highness to inform me whether Flodoardo is attended by the sbirri? Andreas. No, he is alone. Near four-and-twenty hours have elapsed since he set out in pursuit of the bravo.
The four banditti, whom Flodoardo had seized, Pietrino, Struzza, Baluzza, and Thomaso, had been safely committed to the Doge's dungeons, where they underwent a daily examination, and looked upon every sun that rose as the last that would ever rise for THEM. Andreas and his confidential counsellors now flattered themselves that the public tranquillity had nothing more to apprehend, and that Venice was now completely purified of the miscreants, whom gold could bribe to be the instruments of revenge and cruelty; when all at once the following address was discovered, affixed to most of the remarkable statues, and pasted against the corners of the principal streets, and pillars of the public buildings:
She turned from him with disdain, and left Flodoardo rooted to his place with sorrow and astonishment. Scarcely had she reached her chamber ere Rosabella repented her having acted so courageously. It was cruel in her, she thought, to have given him so harsh an answer.
He was interrupted by the appearance of Rosabella, who, with tottering steps and pale cheeks, advanced slowly into the apartment. She saw Flodoardo, and a faint blush overspread her countenance. Flodoardo rose from his seat, and welcomed her with an air of distant respect.
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