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Rosabella opened her eyes; their first look fell upon the bravo

"Oh, God of ht,

too, that Flodoardo - No, no; it could not be! I was deceived by

witchcraft"

Abellino advanced towards her, and attempted to raise her She

shrunk from his touch with horror

"No, Rosabella," said the bravo, in an altered voice, "what you saas no illusion Your favoured Flodoardo is no other than Abellino

the bravo"

"It is false!" interrupted Rosabella, starting froe on Camilla's bosom

"Monster! thou canst not be Flodoardo! such a fiend can never have

been such a seraph Flodoardo's actions were good and glorious as a

delorious

actions, and 'twas he who encouraged me to attempt them myself; his

heart was pure froreat designs Never did he scruple, in the cause of virtue, to

endure fatigue and pain, and to dry up the tears of suffering

innocence--that was Flodoardo's proudest triuhost has long since accused

before the throne of heaven, darest thou to profane the name of