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252 Nay, signer. I like this heavy air, rich with warm odors, The broad, clear light, the many-colored throng. I might have breathed on mine own balcony The evening breeze.

Still at cross purposes. When will you cease to flout me? When I prize A lover s sigh more dear than mine own pleasure. See, the Signora Julia passed again. She is far too pale for so much white, I find. Donna Aurora ah, how beautiful ! That spreading ruff, sprinkled with seeds of gold, Becomes her well. Would you believe it, sir, Folk say her face is twin to mine what think you?

For me, the huge earth holds but one such face. You know it well.

The hall is over-filled; Go we without. [They pass on.