Page 6 (1/2)

And now rushed the unfortunate wildly through the streets of Venice

He railed at fortune; he laughed and cursed by turns; yet so on soain rushed onwards, as if hastening

to its execution

Propped against a colunoria, he counted over the whole

su eyeballs appeared to seek

comfort, but they found it not

"Fate," he at length exclaimed in a paroxysm of despair, "Fate has

condemned me to be either the wildest of adventurers, or one at the

relation of whose crimes the world must shudder To astonish is my

destiny Rosalvo can know no medium; Rosalvo can never act like

common men Is it not the hand of fate which has led me hither?

Who could ever have dreamt that the son of the richest lord in

Naples should have depended for a beggar's alms on Venetian charity?

I--I, who feel y of

soul fit for executing the h the streets of this inhospitable city, and torturing my

wits in vain to discover some means by which I may rescue life from

the jaws of famine! Those men whom my munificence nourished, who at