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"
What
is
that
?
"
asked
Andrea
.
"
An
order
to
conduct
you
to
a
room
,
and
to
leave
you
there
to
talk
to
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
cried
Andrea
,
leaping
with
joy
.
Then
he
mentally
added
--
"
Still
my
unknown
protector
!
I
am
not
forgotten
.
They
wish
for
secrecy
,
since
we
are
to
converse
in
a
private
room
.
I
understand
,
Bertuccio
has
been
sent
by
my
protector
.
"
The
keeper
spoke
for
a
moment
with
an
official
,
then
opened
the
iron
gates
and
conducted
Andrea
to
a
room
on
the
first
floor
.
The
room
was
whitewashed
,
as
is
the
custom
in
prisons
,
but
it
looked
quite
brilliant
to
a
prisoner
,
though
a
stove
,
a
bed
,
a
chair
,
and
a
table
formed
the
whole
of
its
sumptuous
furniture
.
Bertuccio
sat
down
upon
the
chair
,
Andrea
threw
himself
upon
the
bed
;
the
keeper
retired
.
"
Now
,
"
said
the
steward
,
"
what
have
you
to
tell
me
?
"
"
And
you
?
"
said
Andrea
.
"
You
speak
first
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
.
You
must
have
much
to
tell
me
,
since
you
have
come
to
seek
me
.
"
"
Well
,
be
it
so
.
You
have
continued
your
course
of
villany
;
you
have
robbed
--
you
have
assassinated
.
"
