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328 The master is awake And calls for you, signora.

Heaven be praised! [Exit hastily. Would I had followed my young mistress! Here I creep about like a scared, guilty thing, And fancy at each moment they will guess T was I who led her to the hut. I will confess, If any sin there be, to Father Clement, And buy indulgence with her golden chain. T would burn my throat, the master’s rolling eyes Would haunt me ever, if I went to wear it. So, all will yet be well. [Exit.

Father, you called me ?