I loved him as if he were my own son; I brought him up; we were always together.

It is not possible that I should be mistaken." "No," replied the Superintendent, "I should hardly think it possible.
Besides, from what the girl has told me, I am quite sure that he lay ill near Tivoli.

How is it possible that he should have got there, all the way from the Roman shore ?" "And with a fractured skull! It is absurd!" Corbario was glad to find that the Superintendent held such a strong opinion.

"It is not Marcello.
The nose is not the same, and the expression of the mouth is quite different." He said these things with conviction, but he was not deceived.

He knew that Marcello Consalvi was living and that he had seen him, risen from the dead, and apparently likely to remain among the living for some time.