--I wish you joy of
your thousand sequins, signor.
Contarino (bowing respectfully).--Since your Excellency prophesies
it I can no longer doubt my success.
Memmo.--I begin to recover myself! Well, well! let us see the end.
Three-and-twenty hours had elapsed since Flodoardo had entered into
the rash engagement. The four-and-twentieth now hastened to its
completion, and yet Flodoardo came not.
CHAPTER V.--THE CLOCK STRIKES FIVE.
The Doge became uneasy. The senator Vitalba began to tremble for
his thousand sequins, and the conspirators could not restrain their
spiteful laughter, when Contarino gravely declared that he would
gladly lose, not ONE thousand sequins, but twenty, if the loss of
his wager through Abellino's being captured might but secure the
general safety of the Republic.
"Hark!" cried Rosabella, "the clock strikes five!"
All listened to the chimes in the tower of St. Mark's Church, and
trembled as they counted the strokes. Had not Camilla supported
her, Rosabella would have sank upon the ground. The destined hour
was past, and still Flodoardo came not!
The venerable Andreas felt a sincere affection for the Florentine;
he shuddered as he dwelt upon the probability that Abellino's dagger
had prevailed.
Rosabella advanced towards her uncle as if she would have spoken to
him; but anxiety fettered her tongue, and tears forced themselves
into her eyes. She struggled for a while to conceal her emotions,
but the effort was too much for her.
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