"A serious matter," said the count, looking at Franz with the earnestness usual to him; "and what may it be?" "Are we alone?" "Yes," replied the count, going to the door, and returning. Franz gave him Albert's letter. "Read that," he said. The count read it. "Well, well!" said he. "Did you see the postscript?" "I did, indeed. "'Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono nelle mie mani, alla sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di vivere.
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