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And now it would not be at all amiss to make Count Rosalvo sit down

quietly between the good old Doge and his lovely niece; and then

cause him to relate the motive of Monaldeschi's hatred, in what

manner he lost Valeria, what crimes were imputed to him, and how he

escaped from the assassins sent in pursuit of him by his enemy; how

he had long wandered from place to place, and how he had at length

learned, during his abode in Bohemia with a gang of gipsies, such

means of disguising his features as enabled him to defy the keenest

penetration to discover in the beggar Abellino the once admired

Count Rosalvo; how in this disguise he had returned to Italy; and

how Lomellino, having ascertained that he was universally believed

at Naples to have long since perished by shipwreck, and therefore

that neither the officers of the Inquisition, nor the assassins of

his enemies were likely to trouble themselves any more about him, he

had ventured to resume, with some slight alterations, his own

appearance at Venice; how the arrival of Monaldeschi had obliged him

to conceal himself, till an opportunity offered of presenting

himself to the Prince when unattended, and of demanding satisfaction

for his injuries; how he had been himself wounded in several places

by his antagonist, though the combat finally terminated in his

favour; how he had resolved to make use of Monaldeschi's death to

terrify Andreas still further, and of Parozzi's conspiracy to obtain

Rosabella's hand of the Doge; how he had trembled lest the heart of

his mistress should have been only captivated by the romantic

appearance of the adventurer Flodoardo, and have rejected him when

known to be the bravo Abellino; how he had resolved to make use of

the terror inspired by the assassin to put her love to the severest

trial; and how, had she failed in that trial, he had determined to

renounce the inconstant maid for ever; with many other HOWS, WHYS,

and WHEREFORES, which, not being explained, will, I doubt, leave

much of this tale involved in mystery: but before I begin Rosalvo's

history, I must ask two questions--First--do my readers like the

manner in which I relate adventures?

Secondly--If my readers DO like my manner of relating adventures,

can I employ my time better than in relating them?

When these questions are answered, I may probably resume my pen. In

the meanwhile, gentlemen and ladies, good-night, and pleasant dreams

attend you.