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"Why, Signor, the story is not generally known," said Paulo in a whisper; "I half promised never to reveal it."
"If you are under any promise of secresy," interruped Vivaldi, "I forbid you to tell this wonderful tale, which, however, seems somewhat too big to rest within your brain."
"The story would fain expand itself to your's, Signor," said Paulo; "and, as I did not absolutely promise to conceal it, I am very willing to reveal it."
"Proceed, then," said Vivaldi; "but let me once more caution you to speak low."
"You are obeyed, Signor. You must know then, Maestro, that it was on the eve of the festival of Santo Marco, and about six years since"———
"Peace!" said Vivaldi. They were silent; but every thing remaining still, Paulo, after some time ventured to proceed, though in a yet lower whisper. "It was on the eve of the Santo Marco, and when the last bellhad