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She was, in her appearance, a Greek, only her face was not Grecian It

anting in the noble forms, the still cheerfulness and repose of

Grecian beauty, modest even in its voluptuousness It was only the face

of a sensual and passionate Roman woman, and no Lais would have ventured

such a smile as played upon the dark-red lips of this Rolances as she shot like arrows frolass, she viewed herself, her lipsher eyes fro near it, upon which lay several open books

What ular! she

was uttering single, isolated, unconnected words, which had nothing in

common with each other but the sound of melody; they were rhymes, but

without connection or sense, without inward mental correlation

"So," she now said to herself, with a satisfied smile, "I am now

perfectly armed and prepared All these rhymes ready for use, and I

have not to fear e any of theood Romans I will animate and inflame them, and

excite all my enamored cardinals to such an ecstasy that they ainst his oill

to fulfil my only desire I will attain my end, even if I am compelled

to pawn my honor and my salvation for it! Bah! honor; what can honor be

to a wo! And fair, it seely continued, after

a pause, "how comes it that Carlo has ceased to love me? Ah, the false

one, to betray and desert me when I love him most!"