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Pergola and elsewhere. The theatre, too, -was good 

 at Bologna, and we frequently went to it. 



One evening we were sitting on the balcony of 

 the hotel, when we saw a man stab another in the 

 back of the neck, and then run away. The victim 

 staggered along for a minute, and then fell down in 

 a pool of blood. He had been a spy of the police 

 under Gregory XVL, and one of the principal 

 agents of his cruel government. He was so ob- 

 noxious to the people that his assassin has never 

 been discovered. 



From Bologna we went for a few weeks to 

 Recoaro, where I drank the waters, after which we 

 travelled to England by the St. Gothard pass. 



