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LITTLE NOVELS OF ITALY
Angioletto," said Bellaroba with faith. "I have never seen any one like you, so beautiful and so wise at once."
The compliment provoked kisses. Angioletto embraced her again; again conversation became ejaculatory, and again the mule tripped over the reins. He learned before the day was out to allow for this new hindrance to his way; he tripped no more. The lovers continued their rapt intercourse all that May-day journey through the rice-fields, until at Rovigo (half hidden in a mist of green) they halted for the night.
