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Both
were young. They returned the Marchesino's stare with vigorous
impudence as they swung by.
"What sympathetic creatures!" he murmured. "They are two angels. I
believe I have seen one of them at the Margherita. What was her name--
Maria Leoni, I fancy."
He looked enviously at the young men. The arrival of the lobster
distracted his attention for the moment; but it was obvious that the
appearance of these women had increased the feeling of sentimentality
already generated in him by the softness and stillness of the night.
The three musicians, rendered greedy rather than inspired by the
presence of more clients, now began to pluck a lively street tune from
their instruments; and the waiter, whose mustaches seemed if possible
bigger now that night was truly come, poured the white wine into the
glasses with the air of one making a libation.
As the Marchesino ate, he frequently looked towards the party at the
neighboring table. He was evidently filled with envy of the two men
whose jewels glittered as they gesticulated with their big brown
hands.


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