Again he sounded his whistle. The folding doors were thrown open,

and there stood the Doge's much lamented friends--Conari, Lomellino,

and Manfrone.

"We are betrayed!" shouted Contarino, who drew out a concealed

dagger, and plunged it in his bosom up to the very hilt.

And now what a scene of rapture followed. Tears streamed down the

silver beard of Andreas, as he rushed into the arms of his long-lost

companions; tears bedewed the cheeks of the venerable triumvirate,

as they once more clasped the knees of their prince, their friend,

their brother. These excellent men, these heroes, never had Andreas

hoped to meet them again till they should meet in heaven; and

Andreas blessed heaven for permitting him to meet them once more on

earth. These four men, who had valued each other in the first dawn

of YOUTH, who had fought by each other's sides in MANHOOD, were now

assembled in AGE, and valued each other more than ever. The

spectators gazed with universal interest on the scene before them,

and the good old senators mingled tears of joy with those shed by

the re-united companions. In the happy delirium of this moment,

nothing but Andreas and his friends were attended to; no one was

aware that the conspirators and the self-murderer Contarino were

removed by the guards from the saloon; no one but Camilla observed

Rosabella, who threw herself sobbing on the bosom of the handsome

bravo, and repeated a thousand times, "Abellino, then, is not a

murderer!"

At length they began to recollect themselves they looked round them-

-and the first words which broke from every lip were--"Hail, saviour

of Venice!"--The roof rung with the name of Abellino, and unnumbered

blessings accompanied the name.

That very Abellino, who not an hour before had been doomed to the

scaffold by the whole assembly, now stood calm and dignified as a

god before the adoring spectators; and now he viewed with

complacency the men whose lives he had saved, and now his eye dwelt

with rapture on the woman whose love was the reward of all his

dangers.

"Abellino!" said Andreas advancing to the bravo, and extending his

hand towards him.

"I am not Abellino," replied he, smiling, while he pressed the

Doge's hand respectfully to his lips "neither am I Flodoardo of

Florence. I am by birth a Neapolitan, and by name Rosalvo. The

death of my inveterate enemy the Prince of Monaldeschi makes it no

longer necessary to conceal who I really am."

"Monaldeschi?" repeated Andreas, with a look of anxiety.




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