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And the beautiful, glooly bent before her

beloved

The latter laughingly said: "Hoell you kno to say that--with

what variations and modulations! I yesterday heard you say the same to

Cardinal Albani; to be sure, it sounded a little different, but not less

war!"

"You knohy I do that!" said she "He is an enamored fool, whom I

would ith tender words that I may make him my instrument You know

the object for which I strive, and which I must attain at any price! Ah,

Carlo, when once they have crowned me in the capitol, then, I aain!" he harshly and roughly said

"Is that your last word?" shrieked she, with flashing eyes and the wild

rage of a tigress

"It is my last word!"

She flew to him like a mad person, seized his hands and fixedly stared

hi her teeth "Is it thus you reward my

love, is this your return for all I have done for you? Can you forget

that it was I ithdrew you from poverty and baseness? What were you

but a poor, unnoticed singer in the streets, on whom people bestowed