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Updated: June 24, 2025
"What are you doing with that wretched bauble? It's a drug in the market, and no one but an impostor would wear it now." The Popes knew this quite well, but they continued to give the cross to ambassadors while they also gave it to their 'valets de chambre'. One has to wink at a good many things in Rome. In the evening Momolo gave me a supper by way of celebrating my new dignity.
The garden is yours, as part of your wife's dowry." Momolo took the money, and promised to buy the garden the following day, and the young man shedding tears of joy and gratitude fell on his knees and kissed my hand. All the girls wept, as I myself did, for there's a contagion in such happy tears.
"Is the lottery still open?" I asked the Abbe Momolo. "Till midnight," he replied, "and if you like I will go and get the number for you." "Here are fifty crowns," said I, "put twenty-five crowns on 27-this for these five young ladies; and the other twenty-five on 27 coming out the fifth number, and this I will keep for myself." He went out directly and returned with the two tickets.
"Is the lottery still open?" I asked the Abbe Momolo. "Till midnight," he replied, "and if you like I will go and get the number for you." "Here are fifty crowns," said I, "put twenty-five crowns on 27-this for these five young ladies; and the other twenty-five on 27 coming out the fifth number, and this I will keep for myself." He went out directly and returned with the two tickets.
I got to Momolo's in the dusk of the evening, and I found Winckelmann and my brother already there; but instead of mirth reigning round the board I saw sad faces on all sides. "What's the matter with the girls?" I asked Momolo. "They are vexed that you did not stake for them in the same way as you did for yourself." "People are never satisfied.
"How about Signora Maria?" said the jealous sister. "As Signora Maria is going to be married," I replied, "she must not be present at any festivity without her future husband." The mother applauded this decision of mine, and sly Mariuccia pretended to feel mortified. I turned to Momolo and begged him to ask Mariuccia's future husband to meet me at supper, by which I pleased her mother greatly.
Quick! think of some way to make her come, or I will go away and take all the sweets with me." "You are quite right," said Momolo. The mortified girls looked at one another and begged their father to fetch her. "Ira," said he, "that won't do; you made her say that she would never come here again, and you must make up the quarrel."
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