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INtheeveningattenIwenttothePalazzoAste.TheservantwholetmeintoldmethatDonnaGiuliawasatherfather's,andhedidnotknowwhenshewouldbeback.Iwasintenselydisappointed.Ihadbeenlookingforwardalldaytoseeingher,forthetimeinchurchhadbeensoshort....Theservantlookedatmeasifexpectingmetogoaway,andIhesitatedbutthenIhadsuchadesiretoseeherthatItoldhimIwouldwait.
IwasshownintotheroomIalreadyknewsowell,andIsatdowninGiulia'schair.Irestedmyheadonthecushionswhichhadpressedagainstherbeautifulhair,hercheekandIinhaledthefragrancewhichtheyhadleftbehindthem.
Howlongshewas!Whydidshenotcome?
Ithoughtofhersittingthere.InmymindIsawthebeautiful,softbrowneyes,theredlipshermouthwasexquisite,verydelicatelyshaped,withwonderfulcurves.ItwasforsuchamouthashersthatthesimileofCupid'sbowhadbeeninvented.
Iheardanoisebelow,andIwenttothedoortolisten.Myheartbeatviolently,but,alas!itwasnotshe,and,bitterlydis
