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afterward deserted because, as you say, God called to yourself,

but really only, because satiated, you no longer desired her Your

faithfulness cunningly clothes itself in thefurther No, no, holy father of Christendom, I envy you not this

virtue which has made you the e committed in the holy tereat in your bloodthirsty, murderous virtue! You will not

convert me to it Let me still remain a sinner--it at least will not

lead me to murder the wo, instead of the promised pleasure Believe me, Corilla has

never yet cursed me, nor have her fine eyes ever shed a tear of sorrow

onsaint and

els may

have wept or rejoiced over it I have lavished uponbut earthly happiness I have not made them saints, but only

happy children of this world; and even when they have ceased to love me,

they have always continued to callthem rich and happy You have set of crown of thorns upon the

head of your beloved, I would bind a laurel-crown upon the beautiful

brow of my Corilla, which will not wound her head, and will not cause

her to die of grief You are not willing to aid me in this, my work?

You refuse me this laurel-wreath because you have only martyr-crowns to

dispose of? Very well, holy father of Christendom, I will nevertheless

compel you to comply with my wishes, and you shall have no peace in your

holy city froreat

improvisatrice in the capitol Until then, addio, holy father of

Christendoain in the Vatican or Quirinal, but

all Ro with news of me!"