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Updated: June 3, 2025
"She loves him," hissed the count. "What! La Luciola disdains our advances, and falls in love with this Neapolitan! That is treason." "Then your excellency " "I give you carte blanche; bring Aslitta to the citadel, but not before the close of the performance; I wish to hear the opera to the end."
La Luciola and Milla bent over to kiss the white hand she extended toward them, but Haydee would not permit it, and pressing her lips to the young girl's forehead she drew them both to the divan. "You have acted courageously, sister," said Haydee, turning to Luciola, "but I was not anxious about you. He told me he would watch over you."
"Let us play cards," he proposed; but before his comrades could say anything, a thunderous noise came from the direction of the Scala, mingled with loud cries. "Long live La Luciola! Long live Italy!" The officers hurried out. As soon as the hall was cleared, Aslitta strode toward Major Bartolomeo, and whispered in his ear: "To-night in the little house on the Porta Tessina."
"Permit me to play you the first cavatina." Ticellini hurried to the piano and began to play. Luciola listened attentively and nodded satisfaction as Ticellini sung the verses. "That will do," she said. "Get everything ready for the rehearsals; I shall sing the part."
The next instant the street was blocked by turned wagons, logs and other obstacles, the pavement was torn up, and as the Croatians approached they found a raging multitude ready for defence. At a first-story window of the Palace Vidiserti Luciola stood and encouraged the patriots. She had seized a flag, and, unmindful of the bullets which whistled around her, waved the tricolor in the air.
The adjutant tore a piece of paper from a note-book, wrote a few lines upon it and gave it to San Pietro. The count gave a diabolical laugh. His course was easy now. As much as San Pietro had tried, he could not remember whom La Luciola looked like. Thanks to his wound, a blank had occurred in his memory, and certain episodes of his former life were covered with a heavy veil.
Old as she was, Luciola had an excellent memory for anything that interested her, though she was capable of forgetting what was best forgotten in a household, such as the breaking of a dish, or the reason why the cat had been left out of doors all night in the rain.
Ali again nodded; the count shoved the curtain aside and disclosed a secret staircase. "Spero, conduct La Luciola," he ordered, as he descended the stairs, followed by Spero and the diva. Arriving at the foot of the stairs, Monte-Cristo entered a large hall, in which several hundred men were assembled.
Salvani, the impresario of the Scala and a friend of Ticellini, had engaged La Luciola, the star of the opera at Naples, for Milan, and the maestro had not been able to find a libretto.
Aslitta opens his eyes; he lives." The dark eyelids really opened, and with a dreamy look Aslitta surveyed the people who surrounded him. "Thanks be to God, he lives!" exclaimed Luciola, gleefully. "Calm yourself, Eugenie," said the Count. "Aslitta must be spared for the present any excitement! Leave him to me, he will soon recover."
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