Not that the spirit of each rapid passion failed, at any time,
to throw its own distinct image upon the mirror of that face --but
that the mirror, mirror-like, retained no vestige of the passion, when
the passion had departed.
Upon leaving him on the night of our adventure, he solicited me,
in what I thought an urgent manner, to call upon him very early the
next morning. Shortly after sunrise, I found myself accordingly at his
Palazzo, one of those huge structures of gloomy, yet fantastic pomp,
which tower above the waters of the Grand Canal in the vicinity of the
Rialto. I was shown up a broad winding staircase of mosaics, into an
apartment whose unparalleled splendor burst through the opening door
with an actual glare, making me blind and dizzy with luxuriousness.
I knew my acquaintance to be wealthy. Report had spoken of his
possessions in terms which I had even ventured to call terms of
ridiculous exaggeration. But as I gazed about me, I could not bring
myself to believe that the wealth of any subject in Europe could
have supplied the princely magnificence which burned and blazed
around.
Although, as I say, the sun had arisen, yet the room was still
brilliantly lighted up.
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