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He s his hand on the Marchese's shoulder with easy familiarity

"See where she stands!" he continued,--and they both looked towards the beautiful flower-bordered terrace at the verge of the gardens overhanging the sea where for the ure bathed in the deep rose afterglow of the sunken sun--"Like a pearl dropped in a cup of red wine!--ready to dissolve and disappear!"

His voice had a strange thrill in it, and Giulio looked at him curiously

"You admire her very much, my father!" he said, with a touch of delicate irony in his tone

"I do, my son!" responded Aloysius, composedly, "But only as a poor priest ain quickly,--al further, but checked himself,--and the talked on to join their hostess, side by side together