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up a cluster of tiny bags. "To every bride I give a _Breve_ with a secret in it--the secret alone worth the money you pay for the matrimony. The secret how to--no, no, I will not tell you what the secret is about, and that makes it a double secret. Hang it round your neck if you like, and never look at it; I don't say _that_ will not be the best, for then you will see many things you don't expect: though if you open it you may break your leg, _e vero_, but you will know a secret! Something nobody knows but me! And mark--I give you the _Breve_, I don't sell it, as many another holy man would: the quattrino is for the matrimony, and the _Breve_ you get for nothing. _Orsu, giovanetti_, come like dutiful sons of the Church and buy the Indulgence of his Holiness Alexander the Sixth." This buffoonery just fitted the taste of the audience; the _fierucola_ was but a small occasion, so the townsmen might be contented with jokes that were rather less indecent than those they were accustomed to hear at every carnival, put into easy rhyme by the Magnifico and his poetic satellites; while the women, over and above any relish of the fun, really began to have an itch for the _Brevi_. Several couples had already gone through the ceremony, in which the conjuror's solemn gibberish and grimaces over the open book, the antics of the monkey, and even the preliminary spitting, had called forth peals of laughter; and now a well-looking, merry-eyed youth of seventeen, in a loose tunic and red cap, pushed forward, holding by the hand a plump brunette, whose scanty ragged dress displayed her round arms and legs very picturesquely. "Fetter us without delay, Maestro!" said the youth, "for I have got to take my bride home and paint her under the light of a lantern." "Ha! Mariotto, my son, I commend your pious observance..." The conjuror was going on, when a loud chattering behind warned him that an unpleasant crisis had arisen with his monkey. The temper of that imperfect acolyth was a little tried by the over-active discipline of his colleague in the surplice, and a sudden cuff administered as his taper fell to a horizontal position, caused him to leap back with a violence that proved too much for the slackened knot by which his cord was fastened. His first leap was to the other end of the table, from which position his remonstrances were so threatening that the imp in the surplice took up a wand by way of an equivalent threat, w
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