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She has rung I enter

"Take this letter to Prince Corsini"

I hurry into the city, and hand the letter to the Prince He is a handso black eyes Consumed with jealousy, I take his answer to her

"What is thespitefulness "You are very pale"

"Nothing, mistress, I merely walked rather fast"

At luncheon the prince is at her side, and I am condemned to serve both her and him They joke, and I am, as if non-existent, for both For a briefsolass, and spilled it over the table-cloth and her gown

"Hoard," Wanda exclaihed, and she also, but I felt the blood rising to my face

After luncheon she drove in the Cascine She has a little carriage with a handsolish horse, and holds the reins herself I sit behind and notice how coquettishly she acts, and nods with a sentlemen bows to her

As I help her out of the carriage, she leans lightly on h me like an electric shock She is a wonderful woman, and I love her more than ever

For dinner at six she has invited a sroup of men and women I serve, but this time I do not spill any wine over the table cloth

A slap in the face is more effective than ten lectures It makes you understand very quickly, especially when the instruction is by the way of a small woola Theater As she descends the stairs in her black velvet dress with its large collar of ermine and with a diade I open the carriage-door, and help her in In front of the theater I leap fro she leaned on my arm, which trembled under the sweet burden I open the door of her box, and then wait in the vestibule The performance lasts four hours; she receives visits froe

It is way beyond ht when my mistress's bell sounds for the last time

"Fire!" she orders abruptly, and when the fire-place crackles, "Tea!"

When I return with the saress slipped into a white negligee