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Corilla was alone Uneasy, full of storhts, she i single passionate

excla at vacancy before her She

was a full-blooded, warm Italian woman, that will neither love nor hate

with the whole soul, and nourishes both feelings in her bosoth and with equal warmth But, in her, hatred exhaled as quickly

as love; it was to her only the chane-foaht intoxication--as in her intoxication only

did she feel herself a poetess, and in a condition for improvisation

"I must at any rate be in love," said she, "else I should lose my poetic

fame With cool blood and a tranquilWithh s, be it love or

be it hate,within me in order to poetize successfully

And this cannot be comprehended by delicate and discreet people; this

low Roman populace even venture to call low, and because I constantly seek new emotions

and new inspirations for my muse"

Love, then, for the i hich she refreshed and strengthened her fatigued

poetic powers for renewed exertions; it was in afire of her fantasy, to ht flames