(Catching her.) Little Child!
Medici
(Turning at the scream.) She is even more beautiful than I first thought. Well, well, the picture is mine at any rate, and she—(smiles). A good evening’s work. How dark it grows. And the rising tide is at the full. Ho! Without there! My gondola!
[Exit.
[Paulo and Lucia in each other’s arms.
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