Appear, appear!" cried this dreadful man, in a tone
still louder: "'Tis time!"
Again he sounded his whistle. The folding doors were thrown open,
and there stood the Doge's much lamented friends--Conari, Lomellino,
and Manfrone.
"We are betrayed!" shouted Contarino, who drew out a concealed
dagger, and plunged it in his bosom up to the very hilt.
And now what a scene of rapture followed. Tears streamed down the
silver beard of Andreas, as he rushed into the arms of his long-lost
companions; tears bedewed the cheeks of the venerable triumvirate,
as they once more clasped the knees of their prince, their friend,
their brother. These excellent men, these heroes, never had Andreas
hoped to meet them again till they should meet in heaven; and
Andreas blessed heaven for permitting him to meet them once more on
earth. These four men, who had valued each other in the first dawn
of YOUTH, who had fought by each other's sides in MANHOOD, were now
assembled in AGE, and valued each other more than ever. The
spectators gazed with universal interest on the scene before them,
and the good old senators mingled tears of joy with those shed by
the re-united companions. In the happy delirium of this moment,
nothing but Andreas and his friends were attended to; no one was
aware that the conspirators and the self-murderer Contarino were
removed by the guards from the saloon; no one but Camilla observed
Rosabella, who threw herself sobbing on the bosom of the handsome
bravo, and repeated a thousand times, "Abellino, then, is not a
murderer!"
At length they began to recollect themselves they looked round them-
-and the first words which broke from every lip were--"Hail, saviour
of Venice!"--The roof rung with the name of Abellino, and unnumbered
blessings accompanied the name.
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