Salve Venetia, gleanings from Venetian history; vol. IICrawford, F. Marion (Francis Marion)
History
Salve Venetia, gleanings from Venetian history; vol. II
Crawford, F. Marion (Francis Marion)
Venice (Italy) -- History
I am as well known as Barabbas. It is very well understood that all
the lawyers and all the Procurators are my friends, and a number of
people apply to me to obtain advice for them and counsel for
defence. Those who come to me are generally not rich, and I look
about amongst the novices and the unemployed [lawyers] who want
nothing but work in order to make themselves known. Do you know,
sir, that though you see me as I am, I have made the fortunes of a
round dozen of the most famous lawyers in the profession. Come,
sir, courage, and if you are willing, I shall make yours too.’
It amused me to listen to her, and as my servant did not come, I
continued the conversation.
‘Well, Signorina, have you any good affairs on hand now?’
‘Yes, sir, I have several, indeed I have some excellent ones. I
have a widow who is suspected of having occultated her monkey;
another who wishes to prove a marriage contract got up after the
fact; I have girls who are petitioning for a dowry; I have women
who wish to bring suits for annulment of marriage; I have sons of
good families who are persecuted by their creditors; as you see,
you need only choose.’
‘My good woman,’ I said, ‘so far I have let you talk; now it is my
turn. I am young, I am about to begin my career, and I desire
occasions for showing myself and obtaining occupation; but no love
of work nor fancy for litigation could make me begin with the
disgraceful suits you offer me.’
‘Ha, ha!’ she laughed, ‘you despise my clients because I warned you
that there was nothing to earn; but listen! My two widows are
rich, you will be well paid, and shall be even paid in advance, if
you wish.’
I saw my servant coming in the distance; I rose and answered the
chattering woman in a fearless and resolute tone.
‘No, you do not know me, I am a man of honour....’
Then she took my hand and spoke gravely.
‘Well done! Continue always in the same mind.’
‘Ah!’ I exclaimed, ‘you change your tone now?’
‘Yes,’ she replied, ‘and the tone I take now is much better than
the one I have been using. Our conversation has been somewhat
mysterious; remember it and see that you speak to no one about it.
Good-bye, sir. Always be wise, be always honourable, and you will
be satisfied with the result.’
She went away, and I was left in the greatest astonishment. I did
not know what all this meant; but I learned later that she was a
spy and had come to sound me; yet I never knew, nor wished to know,
who sent her to me.
[Illustration: RIO DELLA SENSA]
XIII
THE LAST SBIRRI
It is worth while to glance at the agents of the police, of the Council
of Ten, and of the Inquisitors of State
[Sidenote: _Mutinelli, Lessico._]
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