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The Abbe’s Chamber.

           "

           ThislastexplanationwaswhollylostuponDantes,whohadalwaysimagined,fromseeingthesunrisefrombehindthemountainsandsetintheMediterranean,thatitmoved,andnottheearth.Adoublemovementoftheglobeheinhabited,andofwhichhecouldfeelnothing,appearedtohimperfectlyimpossible.Eachwordthatfellfromhiscompanion’slipsseemedfraughtwiththemysteriesofscience,asworthyofdiggingoutasthegoldanddiamondsintheminesofGuzeratandGolconda,whichhecouldjustrecollecthavingvisitedduringavoyagemadeinhisearliestyouth.

           "Come,"saidhetotheabbe,"Iamanxioustoseeyourtreasures."

           Theabbesmiled,and,proceedingtothedisusedfireplace,raised,bythehelpofhischisel,alongstone,whichhaddoubtlessbeenthehearth,beneathwhichwasacavityofconsiderabledepth,servingasasafedepositoryofthearticlesmentionedtoDantes.

           "Whatdoyouwishtoseefirst?"askedtheabbe.

           "Oh,yourgreatworkonthemonarchyofItaly!"

           Fariathendrewforthfromhishiding-placethreeorfourrollsoflinen,laidoneovertheother,likefoldsofpapyrus.Theserollsconsistedofslipsofclothaboutfourincheswideandeighteenlong;theywereallcarefullynumberedandcloselycoveredwithwriting,solegiblethatDantescouldeasilyreadit,aswellasmakeoutthesenseitbeinginItalian,alanguagehe,asaProvencal,perfectlyunderstood.

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