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Tpaftlon, that flic replied, at length, “ Signior ea"
valier, you are now your own mafter, Count Ga'
liano is gone back to Sicily.'*
« I could not believe what I heard, and yet there
• Was nothing more true. That nobleman, the very
fecond day of my diftemper, fearing that I would
-die-at his houfe, had the generOfity to order me
T to be tranfported, with my little effects, to a hired
room; where he had abandoned me, without ce-
• Temony, to providence, and the care of a nurfe.
In the interim, having received an order from
court, obliging him to repafs into Scicily, he fet
Cut with fuch precipitation, that I was not fo
• much as thought of; whethef he already numbered
me with the dead, or that •people of quality are
troubled with (hort memories.
My'nurfe informed me of all this, and likewif©
affured me, that it was ihe who had called the
phyfician and apothecary, that I might not periftt
for want of afliftance. Thefe comfortable news
threw me into a profound reverie. Adieu my
advantageous fettlement in Sicily ! my fanguine
hopes farewell “When any great misfortune
happens to you, (fays a certain pope) examine
yourfelf well, and you will always perceive that
it was, in fame meafure, owing to your own fault.'*
No difparagement to this holy father, I can’t fee
how I contributed to my own mifchance on this
occafion.
When I found the flattering chimeras, with
•Which I had fluffed my imagination, vanilhed,
the next thing that I concerned myfelf about
was my portmanteau, which I ordered her to bring
to my bed fide, that I tnight examine it. I fighed,
when I perceived it open, crying. Ah ; my dear
L * port-