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Major Cavalcanti.

           Baptistinre-enteredwithglasses,wine,andbiscuits.Thecountfilledoneglass,butintheotherheonlypouredafewdropsoftheruby-coloredliquid.Thebottlewascoveredwithspiders’webs,andalltheothersignswhichindicatetheageofwinemoretrulythandowrinklesonaman’sface.Themajormadeawisechoice;hetookthefullglassandabiscuit.ThecounttoldBaptistintoleavetheplatewithinreachofhisguest,whobeganbysippingtheAlicantewithanexpressionofgreatsatisfaction,andthendelicatelysteepedhisbiscuitinthewine.

           "So,sir,youlivedatLucca,didyou?Youwererich,noble,heldingreatesteemhadallthatcouldrenderamanhappy?"

           "All,"saidthemajor,hastilyswallowinghisbiscuit,"positivelyall."

           "Andyettherewasonethingwantinginordertocompleteyourhappiness?"

           "Onlyonething,"saidtheItalian.

           "Andthatonething,yourlostchild."

           "Ah,"saidthemajor,takingasecondbiscuit,"thatconsummationofmyhappinesswasindeedwanting."Theworthymajorraisedhiseyestoheavenandsighed.

           "Letmehear,then,"saidthecount,"whothisdeeplyregrettedsonwas;forIalwaysunderstoodyouwereabachelor."

           "Thatwasthegeneralopinion,sir,"saidthemajor,"andI"—

           "Yes,"repliedthecount,"andyouconfirmedthereport.

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