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156 Lucia Madonna, help me!

Paulo She does. Have no fear for the result. (Paints hard.) Now, talk to me while I work—no movement, mind! Just words. I love the music of your voice. It soothes and blesses me. The gossip of the market-place, for instance? Lucia (Quickly.) Ah, well, then the Eros will interest you—the one we coveted so... . It’s gone from the merchant’s beoth at last.

Paulo

Our Grecian Eros! Our little statue! I shall miss it. I wonder who bought it. Or has it flown back to Samos, starved with yearning, on our summer wind? Some day we'll follow it. Greece! Glorious mother of artists! My heart lies there-—sometimes, I almost think, my memory too. (Pause.)