Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 29: Florence to Trieste by Giacomo Casanova
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have given me another opportunity.
This piece of impudence made me want to break the wine bottle on her head. She must have known what I was going to do from the way I took it up, but she did not waver for a moment. This coolness of hers prevented my committing a crime. I contented myself with saying that she was the most impudent slut I had ever met, and I poured the wine into my glass with a shaking hand, as if that were the purpose for which I had taken up the bottle. After this scene I got up and went into the next room; nevertheless, in half an hour she came to take coffee with me. This persistence of hers disgusted me, but I calmed myself by the reflection that her conduct must be dictated by vengeance. "I should like to help you to pack," said she. "And I should like to be left alone," I replied; and taking her by the arm I led her out of the room and locked the door after her. We were both of us in the right. Leah had deceived and humiliated me, and I had reason to detest her, while I had discovered her for a monster of hypocrisy and immodesty, and this was good cause for her to dislike me. Towards evening two sailors came after the rest of the luggage, and thanking my hostess I told Leah to put up my linen, and to give it to her father, who had taken the box of which I was to be the bearer down to the vessel. |
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