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"Angels never have a naels, and need no

further designation As there is an Angel Gabriel, so there is an Angel

Natalie!"

"Mocker," said she, laughing, "there are no feuitar, and I will sing you a song for which

Carlo yesterday brought me the melody"

"And the words?" asked Paulo

"Well, as to the words, they --to-day one set of

words, to-lows in your heart at any

given hour, and what you may feel in the next, and which will escape you

in words unknown to yourself, and which unconsciously and involuntarily

strea poetess,her

hand

"Ah, would that you spoke true!" said she, with sparkling eyes and a

deeper flush upon her cheeks "Let me be a poetess like Sappho, and I

would, like her, joyfully leap from the rocks into the sea Oh, there

are yet poetesses--Carlo has told reat improvisatrice, Corilla I should like to know her, Paulo, only to

adore her, only to see her in her splendor and her beauty!"

"If you wish it, you shall see her," said Paulo

"Ah, I shall see her then!" shouted Natalie, and, as if to give