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two canzonets
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the window of the summer palace. It was a solitary
mandolin without accompaniment of guitar or violin.
Nothing could be more frail and airy, nothing more
charming and touching ! It could hardly be believed
that human hands touched the strings. It was as if
bees and crickets and grasshoppers were holding
a concert.
" Still another who has fallen in love with
Giannita," said Don Ferrante. " What a woman is
Giannita. Every one can see that she is beautiful. Were
I young, I should fall in love with Giannita. She
knows how to love."
Donna Micaela started. No doubt he was right,
she thought. The mandolin player meant Giannita.
To-night Giannita was with her mother, but she now
lived in the summer palace. Donna Micaela had
brought this about, after Don Ferrante had become
infirm.
But Donna Micaela liked the music, whoever it
was for. It was sweet and gentle and soothing.
She went softly into her little cabinet that she
might listen better in the darkness and solitude.
In there a sweet, strong odor filled the room.
What was this? Her hands commenced to tremble,
before she found a candle and a match. On her
work-table lay a large full blown magnolia-flower.
On one of the petals was pricked: " Who loves
me? " And now below it said : " Gaetano."
Beside the flower lay a little white book full of
love-songs. And there was a mark by one of the
canzonets:
No one of my love hath ever known,
In secret and in silence it hath grown.
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