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A Cleric in Naples, Casanova, v2 by Jacques Casanova de Seingalt

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mother and of the young sisters who appeared to me less cheerful and
less free than they had been in Ancona. They felt that Bellino,
transformed into Therese, was too formidable a rival. I listened
patiently to all the complaints of the mother who maintained that, in
giving up the character of castrato, Therese had bidden adieu to
fortune, because she might have earned a thousand sequins a year in
Rome.

"In Rome, my good woman," I said, "the false Bellino would have been
found out, and Therese would have been consigned to a miserable
convent for which she was never made."

Notwithstanding the danger of my position, I spent the whole of the
day alone with my beloved mistress, and it seemed that every moment
gave her fresh beauties and increased my love. At eight o'clock in
the evening, hearing someone coming in, she left me, and I remained
in the dark, but in such a position that I could see everything and
hear every word. The Baron Vais came in, and Therese gave him her
hand with the grace of a pretty woman and the dignity of a princess.
The first thing he told her was the news about me; she appeared to be
pleased, and listened with well-feigned indifference, when he said
that he had advised me to return with a passport. He spent an hour
with her, and I was thoroughly well pleased with her manners and
behaviour, which had been such as to leave me no room for the
slightest feeling of jealousy. Marina lighted him out and Therese
returned to me. We had a joyous supper together, and, as we were
getting ready to go to bed, Petronio came to inform me that ten
muleteers would start for Cesena two hours before day-break, and that
he was sure I could leave the city with them if I would go and meet
them a quarter of an hour before their departure, and treat them to
something to drink. I was of the same opinion, and made up my mind
to make the attempt. I asked Petronio to sit up and to wake me in
good time. It proved an unnecessary precaution, for I was ready
before the time, and left Therese satisfied with my love, without any
doubt of my constancy, but rather anxious as to my success in
attempting to leave Rimini. She had sixty sequins which she wanted
to force back upon me, but I asked her what opinion she would have of
me if I accepted them, and we said no more about it.

I went to the stable, and having treated one of the muleteers to some
drink I told him that I would willingly ride one of his mules as far
as Sarignan.

"You are welcome to the ride," said the good fellow, "but I would
advise you not to get on the mule till we are outside the city, and
to pass through the gate on foot as if you were one of the drivers."

It was exactly what I wanted. Petronio accompanied me as far as the
gate, where I gave him a substantial proof of my gratitude. I got
out of the city without the slightest difficulty, and left the
muleteers at Sarignan, whence I posted to Bologna.

I found out that I could not obtain a passport, for the simple reason
that the authorities of the city persisted that it was not necessary;
but I knew better, and it was not for me to tell them why. I
resolved to write to the French officer who had treated me so well at
the guardhouse. I begged him to enquire at the war office whether my
passport had arrived from Rome, and, if so, to forward it to me. I
also asked him to find out the owner of the horse who had run away
with me, offering to pay for it. I made up my mind to wait for
Therese in Bologna, and I informed her of my decision, entreating her
to write very often. The reader will soon know the new resolution I
took on the very same day.

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