Shall we try?" I
placed my right hand in hers, first tested her strength a little, and
then found to my surprise that her arm was not much stronger than that
of an ordinary lady; then I bent my fingers a little, and laid her very
neatly on the floor. I was sitting in bed; she was on her knees in front
of the bed, but I let her spring up. It was a pretty sight; the blue-
black hair, the laughing mouth with the fine, white teeth, the brown,
smiling eyes. As she got up, she said: "You are well now; I am not sorry
to have been conquered."
* * * * *
Have taken my second flight. I have been at the Moccoli fete, had myself
carried and driven there and back, like last time. Saredo had taken a
room on the Corso; I saw everything from there, and now I have the
delightful impressions of it all left. What exuberant happiness! What
jubilation! What childlike gaiety! It is like going into a nursery and
watching the children play, hearing them shout and enjoy themselves like
mad, as one can shout and enjoy things one's self no longer.
I arrived late and only saw the end of the processions; far more
carriages, wilder shouting, more madness,--bacchantic, stormy,--than
last time. The whole length of the Corso was one shriek of laughter. And
how many lovely faces at the windows, on the balconies and verandas!
Large closed carriages with hidden music inside and graceful ladies on
the top.
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