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Could these Philistines smell a rat, then? "What sort of an artisan is this Boltay?" he inquired of Dame Kramm. "A carpenter," was the reply. "A carpenter!" and in a moment Abellino had a new plan already in his head. "Well, God be with you, madam!" said he; and, having no further use of her, he hurried out of the building, with Alexander at his heels.
But he could not possibly last longer than early to-morrow morning, of that they were all quite certain. Abellino regarded the appearance of the agents and stewards as of very good augury: it showed that they already regarded him as their master, to whom homage was justly due.
"Ho! ho!" interrupted Abellino; "pardon and protection, say you? It is long since I thought it worth my while to care for such trifles. Abellino is able to protect himself without foreign aid; and, as to pardon, mortals cannot give absolution for sins like mine. On that day, when all men must give in the list of their offences, then, too, will I give in mine, but till then never.
"Hear me, Abellino," said the Doge, mustering up all the dignity which he possessed; "thou hast received great talents from Nature: why dost thou employ them to so little advantage?
His habit, richly embroidered, procured for him universally a good reception, and no one scrupled to enter into conversation with him respecting the weather, the commerce of the Republic, or the designs of its enemies; and on none of these subjects was Abellino found incapable of sustaining the discourse.
The ladies were ready to swoon at the very name of Abellino, for who could assure them that, at some unexpected moment, he might not pay THEM the same compliment which he had paid to Rosabella?
Illusions so delightful will at least make me happy for a moment, and alas, the wretched Abellino needs so many illusions that for a moment will make him happy! Oh, surely, knew the world what I gladly would accomplish, the world would both love and pity me." Cinthia returned; the four bravoes followed her, yawning, grumbling, and still half asleep.
Meyer had not fallen out with her daughters; they had not turned her adrift; there was no need for her to leap into the Danube. The matter stood simply thus: Abellino, since his late rebuffs, had, full of passionate frenzy, plunged deeper and deeper into his unsuccessful enterprise. He had just demanded from Monsieur Griffard the last hundred thousand florins of the second million promised to him.
Dreadful was the look with which Abellino repaid her compliment. "Knave," said one of the banditti, "Nature's own hand has marked you out for an assassin come, prithee be frank, and tell us how thou hast contrived so long to escape the gibbet? In what gaol didst thou leave thy last fetters? Or from what galley hast thou taken thy departure, without staying to say adieu?"
No, by heaven, no! Abellino was no such common villain. It's true I was a bravo; but the motives which induced me to become one were great and striking." Almighty God! can all this be possible? An awful silence again reigned through the saloon.
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