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Well would these pearls around that white throat show Each purple vein that wanders through its snow." Angrily turned the Countess,—"Fool, away!"— "So young, so fair, has vanity no sway?— But I have things most curious, and 'mid these Somewhat may chance your wayward fancy please." —He took a bracelet,—'twas of fine wrought gold, And twisted as a serpent, whose lithe fold Curl'd round the arm:—he spoke in whispering tone— "Here, lady, look at this, I have but one: Here, press this secret spring; it lifts a lid,— Beneath there is the subtlest poison hid. I come from Venice; of the wonders there There is no wonder like this bracelet rare."