The Complete Memoirs of Jacques Casanova eBook

Giacomo Casanova
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 4,501 pages of information about The Complete Memoirs of Jacques Casanova.

The Complete Memoirs of Jacques Casanova eBook

Giacomo Casanova
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 4,501 pages of information about The Complete Memoirs of Jacques Casanova.

“I suppose you mean our passing a whole night together as innocently as if we were brother and sister.  If she knows you as well as I do, she will indeed think it most wonderful.”

“In that case, you may tell her the contrary, if you like.”

“Nothing of the sort.  I hate falsehoods, and I will certainly never utter one in such a case as this; it would be very wrong.  I do not love you less on that account, my darling, although, during this long night, you have not condescended to give me the slightest proof of your love.”

“Believe me, dearest, I am sick from unhappiness.  I love you with my whole soul, but I am in such a situation that....”

“What! you are weeping, my love!  Oh!  I entreat you, spare my heart!  I am so sorry to have told you such a thing, but I can assure you I never meant to make you unhappy.  I am sure that in a quarter of an hour M——­ M——­ will be crying likewise.”

The alarum struck, and, having no longer any hope of seeing M——­ M——­ come to justify herself, I kissed C——­ C——.  I gave her the key of the casino, requesting her to return it for me to M——­ M——­, and my young friend having gone back to the convent, I put on my mask and left the casino.

CHAPTER XX

I Am in Danger of Perishing in the Lagunes—­Illness—­Letters from C. C. and M. M.—­The Quarrel is Made Up—­Meeting at the Casino of Muran I Learn the Name of M. M.’s Friend, and Consent to Give Him A Supper at My Casino in the Company of Our Common Mistress

The weather was fearful.  The wind was blowing fiercely, and it was bitterly cold.  When I reached the shore, I looked for a gondola, I called the gondoliers, but, in contravention to the police regulations, there was neither gondola nor gondolier.  What was I to do?  Dressed in light linen, I was hardly in a fit state to walk along the wharf for an hour in such weather.  I should most likely have gone back to the casino if I had had the key, but I was paying the penalty of the foolish spite which had made me give it up.  The wind almost carried me off my feet, and there was no house that I could enter to get a shelter.

I had in my pockets three hundred philippes that I had won in the evening, and a purse full of gold.  I had therefore every reason to fear the thieves of Muran—­a very dangerous class of cutthroats, determined murderers who enjoyed and abused a certain impunity, because they had some privileges granted to them by the Government on account of the services they rendered in the manufactories of looking-glasses and in the glassworks which are numerous on the island.  In order to prevent their emigration, the Government had granted them the freedom of Venice.  I dreaded meeting a pair of them, who would have stripped me of everything, at least.  I had not, by chance, with me the knife which all honest men must carry to defend their lives in my dear country.  I was truly in an unpleasant predicament.

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