"The very first thing I remember was sitting on the sands of the sea-
shore, near some woman who put her arms round me and drew me to her
heart. I seem even to recall her face now, though I never could before
--do we see things clearer when we come to die, I wonder? I never saw
her again. I was brought up by my parents, who were humble peasants, on
an estate near Viterbo, in Italy. I was taught in the schools, and I
made friends among my school-fellows; but that was all the happiness I
had; for my parents were strict and hard with me, and showed me no love.
At twelve years of age I was taken to Rome, and there I entered the house
of Prince Lucien Bonaparte, as page. I was always near the person of His
Highness."
He paused, at sight of a sudden pain in the Cure's face. Sighing, he
continued:
"I travelled with him to France, to Austria, to England, where I learned
to speak the language, and read what the English wrote about the Great
Napoleon. Their hatred angered me, and I began to study what French and
Italian books said of him.
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