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ed,forIhadnotmyselfthefaintestnotionofmymeaning.Stillshesawitwasacompliment.
'Ah,youareverypolite!'
Wepausedamoment,duringwhichwebothlookedunutterablethingsatoneanother.Thenshegaveadeepsigh.
'Whysosad,sweetlady?'Iasked.
'MesserFilippo,'sheanswered,'Iamanunhappywoman.'Shehitherbreastwithherhand.
'Youaretoobeautiful,'Iremarkedgallantly.
'Ahno!ahno!Iamunhappy.'
Iglancedatherhusband,whowasstalkinggrimlyabouttheroom,lookinglikearetiredsoldierwiththegoutandIthoughtthattobeinthesocietyofsuchapersonwasenoughtomakeanyonemiserable.
'Youareright,'shesaid,followingmyeyes'itismyhusband.Heissounsympathetic.'
Icondoledwithher.
'Heissojealousofme,and,asyouknow,IamapatternofvirtuetoForli!'
Ihadneverheardhercharactersodescribed,but,ofcourse,Isaid,—
'Tolookatyouwouldbeenoughtoreassurethemostvio
