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A SOUL'S TRAGEDY part first, being what was called the poetry of chiappino's life: and part second, its prose. Part I. Inside Luitolfo's house at Faenza. Chiappino, Eulalia. Eulalia. What is it keeps Luitolfo? Night's fast falling, And 'twas scarce sunset ... had the Ave-bell Sounded before he sought the Provost's House? I think not: all he had to say would take 5 Few minutes, such a very few, to say! How do you think, Chiappino? If our lord The Provost were less friendly to your friend Than everybody here professes him, I should begin to tremble��should not you? 10 Why are you silent when so many times I turn and speak to you? Chiappino. That's good! Eulalia. You laugh? Chiappino. Yes. I had fancied nothing that bears price In the whole . . .