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I had a suspicion that I had seen him in some former existence, and so soon as the name of the Marchese Semifonte was mentioned, remembered Prato with horror. The marchese may well have thought me reserved, for it is true that I could barely be civil to him. He argued from that, as I learned afterwards from Donna Giulia, that I was of a ducal family, and in proportion as I froze, so did he thaw.
It is the Marchese Semifonte, to whom my village, and my family, and I myself belong, body and soul." The poor girl was trembling, though she spoke steadily enough and looked at me with unfaltering eyes. But she was grave and I horrified. "But what," I began "what do you mean, child? The marchese your oh, horrible thought! Is this the blackest treachery?"
I found that, while you professed the most extravagant regard for the lady, you asked nothing better for yourself than that she should return to the arms of her horrible old spouse! I found also that you had recovered possession of your straight young Contadina by means which were more ingenious than lawful that she was in your lodgings your friend your " Semifonte here gave a harsh guttural cry.
I knew that the count was no longer my friend; and as for Semifonte, no doubt he would murder me if he durst. Here, then, were these two worthies in league, and waiting for me in a lonely place. Lucky that I had my sword. In the meantime Semifonte raised his hat and bowed; I returned the salutation and said that I had had the advantage of meeting his lordship already. To that he made no reply.
She had me pleading after this; but it took two or three visits and very liberal treatment before she would condescend to tell me anything. Finally, however, she gave it as her opinion that Fra Palamone, whom I had been so short-sighted as to dismiss, was more likely to know of her whereabouts than any one; and that I had better beware of the Marchese Semifonte, a man well known to her.
A Virginia, a baggage for your arms and I, to have my hand kissed, and to yawn over dreary verses! By the Madonna, but I did my best to stop that play. Let me tell you, Don Francis, that it was I I I" she struck her bosom with each naming of herself "who told Semifonte where he could lay hands upon his chattel.
He was not bleeding freely, and seemed more weak than in pain. "I am a dead man," he said in a whisper I had to kneel down to hear him "a dead man who has got his deserts. Semifonte intended to have your Virginia but it was not Giraldi it was not Gir " Strength failed him; I could not catch any more than the name of Aurelia. "Where are you hurt? Shall I fetch a surgeon?"
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