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Go, Signor Marchese--go, and leave me. It would perhaps be better so for both of us. I am not used to show to anybody the very inmost secrets of my heart, as I have been doing to you,--I know not why. Forget what I have said. Go, and forget me;--forget the poor comedian to whom your goodness, your nobleness, and--your love--seemed for a passing minute to open a blessed glimpse of a heaven upon earth; but never--never again propose to me to associate the name of Lamberto di Castelmare with names that I would--oh, so fain--forget!