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The Colosseum.

           "Countess,"returnedFranz,totallyunheedingherraillery,"IaskedyouashorttimesinceifyouknewanyparticularsrespectingtheAlbanianladyopposite;Imustnowbeseechyoutoinformmewhoandwhatisherhusband?"

           "Nay,"answeredthecountess,"Iknownomoreofhimthanyourself."

           "Perhapsyouneverbeforenoticedhim?"

           "WhataquestionsotrulyFrench!DoyounotknowthatweItalianshaveeyesonlyforthemanwelove?"

           "True,"repliedFranz.

           "AllIcansayis,"continuedthecountess,takingupthelorgnette,anddirectingittowardtheboxinquestion,"thatthegentleman,whosehistoryIamunabletofurnish,seemstomeasthoughhehadjustbeendugup;helooksmorelikeacorpsepermittedbysomefriendlygrave-diggertoquithistombforawhile,andrevisitthisearthofours,thananythinghuman.Howghastlypaleheis!"

           "Oh,heisalwaysascolorlessasyounowseehim,"saidFranz.

           "Thenyouknowhim?"almostscreamedthecountess."Oh,praydo,forheaven’ssake,tellusallaboutisheavampire,oraresuscitatedcorpse,orwhat?"

           "IfancyIhaveseenhimbefore;andIeventhinkherecognizesme."

           "AndIcanwellunderstand,"saidthecountess,shruggingupherbeautifulshoulders,asthoughaninvoluntaryshudderpassedthroughherveins,"thatthosewhohaveonceseenthatmanwillneverbelikelytoforgethim.

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