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"Tell him, rny beloved beauty," I said, my voice muted so that the company should take no notice, "tell him what awful deeds lie behind your gentle composure. Tell him what poison guests have drunk beneath your roof."

I wrapped him in my arms and, covering his face, I carried him with me down into a wretched district of Venice, in which thieves and

"Why are we here, Master?" asked Anmdeo. He looked towards the front rooms fearfully.

I wrapped him in my arms and, covering his face, I carried him with me down into a wretched district of Venice, in which thieves and

"You anger me, Marius. You come improperly. You accuse me without authority. Leave me and come again in the gentle manner in which you have come so many times before."

"Why are we here, Master?" asked Anmdeo. He looked towards the front rooms fearfully.

"No, Master," he answered, and then a smile played on his lips as though it were a flame which had sprung from mine. "It's marvelous what I saw, Master. What do I care for his body or his soul?"

Amadeo was trembling. "Please, Master, let us leave here. We have nothing but love for Bianca."

"Why are we here, Master?" asked Anmdeo. He looked towards the front rooms fearfully.

Amadeo was trembling. "Please, Master, let us leave here. We have nothing but love for Bianca."

committed to the dark water, unconfessed and unmourned."

Bianca stood before us, asking us as gently as she could, How had we come to be in her private rooms? Her pale eyes looked at me searchingly.

'T hunt the Evil Doer, child," I said to him. "And you shall see that there is evil here as rich as there was in that poorling whom I

"Have you no tears for the man, Amadeo?" I asked. "Have you no questions as to the disposition of his soul? Without Sacred Rites, he died. He died only for me."

I wrapped him in my arms and, covering his face, I carried him with me down into a wretched district of Venice, in which thieves and

"You would see it again to understand it," I said angrily. "You would see it among those whom we claim to love."

I was too angry to respond. There had been no lesson in it! He was too young, the night too dark, the man too wretched, and all that I had foreseen had come to nought.

beggars slept where they could.The canals reeked of refuse and dead fish.

"Why are we here, Master?" asked Anmdeo. He looked towards the front rooms fearfully.

"Tell him, rny beloved beauty," I said, my voice muted so that the company should take no notice, "tell him what awful deeds lie behind your gentle composure. Tell him what poison guests have drunk beneath your roof."

When it was finished, I dropped the body silently into the filthy water of the canal.

"You anger me, Marius. You come improperly. You accuse me without authority. Leave me and come again in the gentle manner in which you have come so many times before."

And looking into his brown eyes I knew that he had left the mortal world behind him more effortlessly perhaps than any other mortal I might have plucked from my garden, for those memories still festered within him, though he was disposed completely to believe in me.

Bianca stood before us, asking us as gently as she could, How had we come to be in her private rooms? Her pale eyes looked at me searchingly.

"Have you no tears for the man, Amadeo?" I asked. "Have you no questions as to the disposition of his soul? Without Sacred Rites, he died. He died only for me."

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