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there's nothing to fear. How will Attilio be surprised to-morrow

morning; he will find I am not a mere boaster. But if any

difficulty should arise, he'll assist-the honour of all my

relatives will be pledged." But these anxious thoughts subsided

as he reverted to Lucy.-"She will be frightened to find herself

alone, surrounded only by these rough visages: by Bacchus, the

most human face here is my own, and she will be obliged to have

recourse to me-to entreaty." In the midst of these calculations

he heard a trampling of feet, approached the window, and looking

out exclaimed, "It is they! But the litter! the devil! where is

the litter? Three, five, eight, they are all there; but where is

the litter? The devil! Griso shall render me an account of this."

He then advanced to the head of the stairs to meet Griso. "Well,"

cried he, "Signor Bully, Signor Captain, Signor 'Leave it to

me!'"