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"It has been said, once for all--thou dost not forgive."
"It is the last time, for this also, Piero; I meant never to speak of it
again, but those words of thine of the festa in San Pietro in Castello
made me forget. It came over me quite suddenly, that this is how thou
spendest the beautiful, great strength God gave thee to make a leader of
thee in real things. But whether it be great or small, or good or ill,
thou always wilt have thy way!"
"It's a poor fool of a fellow that wouldn't keep himself uppermost, like
oil," he cried, hesitating only for a moment between anger and
gratification, and choosing the way that ministered to his pride. "Santa
Maria! I'll butter thy macaroni with fine cheese every time!"
"Nay, spare thy pains, Piero, and be serious for one moment. There is no
_barcariol_ in all Venice who hath greater opportunities, but thou must
use them well. They spoil thee at the traghetto; and if a man hath his
will always, it will either spoil him or make him noble."
"What wouldst thou have me to do?" he questioned sullenly.


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