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My dear Giacomo,
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the divine Anael has already painted
your portrait in a dream for me.
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And I knew...
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Be silent.
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I am in Paris !
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You are in Paris !
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Beautiful Paris,
the city of the Mazzarinos,
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the Racines, the Voltaires !
Paris !
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My young and greedy heart
sings a voluptuous hymn of glory !
:42:56
The sudden overturning of
the carriage which frightened me,
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was maybe a help from destiny.
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In fact, he who had almost ended up
under the wheels,
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was non-the-less
than my abbey brother,
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who some time ago
left Venice and his priest's cassock
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to lead a decadent life in Paris,
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together with a young red haired
woman from Treviso,
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who had incautiously given in
to his flattery.
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I eliminated that dirty liar
with a few coins
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and brought with me the girl, who,
besides being attractive and witty,
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would have been the ideal person
in my plan for the Marquise.
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I planned on talking to her
about it.