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He was again silent; he bit his lips in fury, raised one emaciated

hand to heaven, and struck his forehead violently with the other

"An assassin, the slave of cowards and rascals, the ally of the

greatest villains that the Venetian sun ever shines upon, such is

now the great Rosalvo Fie, ah, fie on't; and yet to this wretched

lot hath fatality conde silence; his eyes

sparkled, his countenance was changed; he drew his breath easier

"Yes, by Heaven, yes Great as Count Rosalvo, that can I be no

longer; but froreat as a Venetian bravo, what prevents me?

Souls in bliss," he exclaimed, and sank on his knee, while he raised

his folded hands to heaven, as if about to pronounce the most awful

oath, "Spirit of my father; spirit of Valeria, I will not becohosts are permitted to wander

near in,

nor render vain the hopes which soothed you in the bitterness of

death No, sure as I live, I will be the only dealer in this

miserable trade, and posterity shall be compelled to honour that

name, which my actions shall render illustrious"