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VITTORIA
By George Meredith
BOOK 2.
IX. IN VERONA X. THE POPE'S MOUTH XI. LAURA PIAVENI XII. THE BRONZE BUTTERFLY XIII. THE PLOT OF THE SIGNOR ANTONIO
CHAPTER IX
IN VERONA
The lieutenant read these lines, as he clattered through the quiet streets toward the Porta Tosa:
'DEAR FRIEND,—I am glad that you remind me of our old affection, for it assures me that yours is not dead. I cannot consent to see you yet. I would rather that we should not meet.
'I thought I would sign my name here, and say, "God bless you, Wilfrid; go!"