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Updated: June 13, 2025
I associate with the doctor and the notary is expected of me, and I also go to the club. It is known that I have an income and, besides, earn some money from a small nursery on the outskirts of the town, and by giving Italian lessons. The rumors regarding my past have all quieted down, and people have grown accustomed to my foreign name Muralto.
I thought of my dream and without yet consciously drawing any inferences or comparisons, I for a moment was entirely gone from the ordinary waking world and in the land of dreams again. "Hallo! Muralto the boat hook!" my Hungarian called out.
They say: Poor Muralto, he has wrecked his life, he has become the victim of a woman, he could not restrain his passion, now he throws away his prospects, his happiness some will add: his eternal blessedness for a love caprice, an amourette. That is nothing new for the world. It happens frequently.
"Would you put me into a museum and have the state support me?" "No! No! we are glad to make use of such excellent working powers. We need men like you. And what does madame say to it?" "Contessa Muralto remains Contessa Muralto. I have broken completely with her and with my old life. I wish to make my position clear to you.
"It does not befit us, dear Muralto, to loathe one whom God has created after his own image. We have every one of us been saddled with a portion of filth and it does not seem enviable to me to work that off alone, as you. I can go to confession and belong to a large friendly circle, where they one and all are bitten by the same fleas and must chop with the same hatchet.
I only just caught sight of the slender figure in the gray shawl as she crossed the little square of the port. She hurried along with a glad, light step as though she had come solely for us and now went home, calm and well satisfied. "What's the matter? What ails you, Muralto? Do you see anything particular or anyone?" "Did you see the young woman standing on the quay?" I asked.
It was described as a "Gothic Story translated by William Marshal Gent, from the original Italian of Onuphrio Muralto, Canon of the Church of St. Nicholas at Otranto." But, emboldened by the success of the work, Walpole in the second edition acknowledged that he himself was the author.
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