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But at that moment, from the direction of the pavilion, strong sounds were wafted to them and both Fabio and Valeria recognised the melody which Muzio had played to them, calling it the Song of Love Triumphant. Fabio cast a glance of surprise at Valeria.... She closed her eyes, and turned away and both, holding their breath, listened to the song to the end.
Muzio Clementi was born at Rome in the year 1752, and was the son of a silver worker of great skill, who was principally engaged on the execution of the embossed figures and vases employed in the Catholic worship.
Muzio gladly accepted, and that same day removed thither with his servant, a dumb Malay dumb but not deaf, and even, judging from the vivacity of his glance, a very intelligent man.... His tongue had been cut out. Muzio had brought with him scores of chests filled with divers precious things which he had collected during his prolonged wanderings.
Coming to meet him, along the path brilliantly flooded with the radiance of the moonlight, also with arms outstretched and lifeless eyes staring widely was Muzio.... Fabio ran up to him, but the other, without noticing him, walked on, advancing with measured steps, and his impassive face was smiling in the moonlight like the face of the Malay.
But when Muzio began the last song, that same sound suddenly strengthened, quivered powerfully and resonantly; the passionate melody poured forth from beneath the broadly-handled bow, poured forth with beautiful undulations, like the snake which had covered the top of the violin with its skin; and with so much fire, with so much triumphant joy did this song beam and blaze that both Fabio and Valeria felt a tremor at their heart, and the tears started to their eyes ... while Muzio, with his head bent down and pressed against his violin, with pallid cheeks, and brows contracted into one line, seemed still more concentrated and serious than ever, and the diamond at the tip of the bow scattered ray-like sparks in its flight, as though it also were kindled with the fire of that wondrous song.
I entered through a door hung with a curtain, and from another door directly opposite a woman whom I had once loved made her appearance. And she seemed to me so beautiful that I became all aflame with my love of days gone by...." Muzio broke off significantly. Valeria sat motionless, only paling slowly ... and her breathing grew more profound.
Muzio uttered a piercing shriek, and pressing the palm of his hand to the wound, fled, stumbling, back to the pavilion.... But at that same instant, when Fabio stabbed him, Valeria uttered an equally piercing shriek and fell to the ground like one mowed down. Fabio rushed to her, raised her up, carried her to the bed, spoke to her....
They wanted to be together, as though some danger were menacing them; but what to say to each other, they did not know. Fabio made an effort to work at the portrait, to read Ariosto, whose poem, which had recently made its appearance in Ferrara, was already famous throughout Italy; but he could do nothing.... Late in the evening, just in time for supper, Muzio returned.
'Federigo, says his biographer, Muzio, 'maintained a suite so numerous and distinguished as to rival any royal household. The chivalry of Italy flocked to Urbino in order to learn manners and the art of war from the most noble general of his day.
She answered him with confusion, scrutinised him closely, and was startled by that pleased, merry face, those piercing and curious eyes. Muzio was about to begin his stories again ... but Fabio stopped him at the first word. "Evidently, thou wert not able to sleep in a new place? My wife and I heard thee playing the song of last night." "Yes? Did you hear it?" said Muzio.
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