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The Lions’ Den.

           Iunderstand,Bertucciohasbeensentbymyprotector."

           Thekeeperspokeforamomentwithanofficial,thenopenedtheirongatesandconductedAndreatoaroomonthefirstfloor.Theroomwaswhitewashed,asisthecustominprisons,butitlookedquitebrillianttoaprisoner,thoughastove,abed,achair,andatableformedthewholeofitssumptuousfurniture.Bertucciosatdownuponthechair,Andreathrewhimselfuponthebed;thekeeperretired.

           "Now,"saidthesteward,"whathaveyoutotellme?"

           "Andyou?"saidAndrea.

           "Youspeakfirst."

           "Oh,no.Youmusthavemuchtotellme,sinceyouhavecometoseekme."

           "Well,beitso.Youhavecontinuedyourcourseofvillany;youhaverobbedyouhaveassassinated."

           "Well,Ishouldsay!Ifyouhadmetakentoaprivateroomonlytotellmethis,youmighthavesavedyourselfthetrouble.Iknowallthesethings.Buttherearesomewithwhich,onthecontrary,Iamnotacquainted.Letustalkofthose,ifyouplease.Whosentyou?"

           "Come,come,youaregoingonquickly,M.Benedetto!"

           "Yes,andtothepoint.Letusdispensewithuselesswords.Whosendsyou?"

           "Noone."

           "HowdidyouknowIwasinprison?"

           "Irecognizedyou,sometimesince,astheinsolentdandywhosogracefullymountedhishorseintheChampsElysees.

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