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Peppino.

           "

           "CasaPastrini!"saidtheciceronetothecoachman,andthecarriagedroverapidlyon.Tenminutesafterwardsthebaronenteredhisapartment,andPeppinostationedhimselfonthebenchoutsidethedoorofthehotel,afterhavingwhisperedsomethingintheearofoneofthedescendantsofMariusandtheGracchiwhomwenoticedatthebeginningofthechapter,whoimmediatelyrandowntheroadleadingtotheCapitolathisfullestspeed.Danglarswastiredandsleepy;hethereforewenttobed,placinghispocketbookunderhispillow.Peppinohadalittlesparetime,sohehadagameofmorawiththefacchini,lostthreecrowns,andthentoconsolehimselfdrankabottleofOrvieto.

           ThenextmorningDanglarsawokelate,thoughhewenttobedsoearly;hehadnotsleptwellforfiveorsixnights,evenifhehadsleptatall.Hebreakfastedheartily,andcaringlittle,ashesaid,forthebeautiesoftheEternalCity,orderedpost-horsesatnoon.ButDanglarshadnotreckonedupontheformalitiesofthepoliceandtheidlenessoftheposting-master.Thehorsesonlyarrivedattwoo’clock,andtheciceronedidnotbringthepassporttillthree.AllthesepreparationshadcollectedanumberofidlersroundthedoorofSignorPastrini’s;thedescendantsofMariusandtheGracchiwerealsonotwanting.Thebaronwalkedtriumphantlythroughthecrowd,whoforthesakeofgainstyledhim"yourexcellency.

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