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“The haughty and cold-hearted Fabiola is not so easily to be won.”

“But yet you promised me that your charms and potions would secure me her acceptance, or at any rate her fortune. What expense can these things cause?”

The Appian Way, as it was.

“Very great indeed. The most precious ingredients are requisite, and must be paid for. And do you think I will go out at such an hour as this amidst the tombs of the Appian Way, to gather my simples, without being properly rewarded? But how do you mean to second my efforts? I have told you this would hasten their success.”

“And how can I? You know I am not cut out by nature, or fitted by accomplishments, to make much impression on any one’s affections. I would rather trust to the power of your black art.”

“Then let me give you one piece of advice; if you have no grace or gift by which you can gain Fabiola’s heart——”

“Fortune, you mean.”

“They cannot be separated;—depend upon it, there is one thing which you may bring with you that is irresistible.”