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152 I did not catch itt. Tell me, Little Child. You feel—? Why, I declare, you tremble.

Lucia

(Very low.) One thing, I fear, one thing alone! The golden bloom, the warmth, the joyous laughter and the richness all Vene- tians love. It will be judged with the work of—of others whom plenty and comfort and and all that help which money can pro- vide

. Paulo Men who feed from their patron’s hands like obedient lap-dogs——

Luca

Madonna, help me! They have never to calculate if their blue paint can last till the sky is finished. (Impetuously.) Why, m Florence, the Medici gives his painters

Paulo That name again!