However, we must rid ourselves of an impertinent.

Mascari, Signor Zanoni hath not yet honoured our poor house with his presence.

He is a distinguished stranger,--we must give a banquet in his honour." "Ah, and the Cyprus wine! The cypress is a proper emblem of the grave." "But this anon.

I am superstitious; there are strange stories of Zanoni's power and foresight; remember the death of Ughelli.

No matter, though the Fiend were his ally, he should not rob me of my prize; no, nor my revenge." "Your Excellency is infatuated; the actress has bewitched you." "Mascari," said the prince, with a haughty smile, "through these veins rolls the blood of the old Visconti--of those who boasted that no woman ever escaped their lust, and no man their resentment.