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The Colosseum.

           Somefewminuteshadelapsed,andthestrangerbegantoshowmanifestsignsofimpatience,whenaslightnoisewasheardoutsidetheapertureintheroof,andalmostimmediatelyadarkshadowseemedtoobstructthefloodoflightthathadenteredit,andthefigureofamanwasclearlyseengazingwitheagerscrutinyontheimmensespacebeneathhim;then,ashiseyecaughtsightofhiminthemantle,hegraspedafloatingmassofthicklymattedboughs,andglideddownbytheirhelptowithinthreeorfourfeetoftheground,andthenleapedlightlyonhisfeet.ThemanwhohadperformedthisdaringactwithsomuchindifferenceworetheTransteverecostume."Ibegyourexcellency’spardonforkeepingyouwaiting,"saidtheman,intheRomandialect,"butIdon’tthinkI’mmanyminutesaftermytime,teno’clockhasjuststruckontheLateran."

           "Saynotawordaboutbeinglate,"repliedthestrangerinpurestTuscan;"’tisIwhoamtoosoon.Butevenifyouhadcausedmetowaitalittlewhile,Ishouldhavefeltquitesurethatthedelaywasnotoccasionedbyanyfaultofyours."

           "Yourexcellencyisperfectlyrightinsothinking,"saidtheman;"IcameheredirectfromtheCastleofSt.Angelo,andIhadanimmensedealoftroublebeforeIcouldgetachancetospeaktoBeppo."

           "AndwhoisBeppo?"

           "Oh,Beppoisemployedintheprison,andIgivehimsomuchayeartoletmeknowwhatisgoingonwithinhisholiness’scastle.

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