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332 Cuts like a knife. When I essay to think Of what hath passed to-day, my sick brain reels. The letter I remember, but all since Floats in a mist of horror, and I grasp No actual form. Did I not wander forth ? A mob surrounded me. All Naples knew My downfall, and the street was paved with eyes That stared into my soul. Then friendly hands Guided me hither. When I woke, I felt As though a stone had rolled from off my brain. But still this nightmare bides the truth. I know They watch me, they suspect me. I will wait Till the whole household sleep, and then steal forth, Nor unavenged return.

If he still live, now shall we hear of him. The news I learn will lure him from his covert, Where er it lie, to pardon or avenge.

{{c|ANNICCA (eagerly}.}} What news ? What cheer, Tommaso ?