text:  "Each night when all had retired to rest in the house of the Salviati when the nurse who had reared Bianca had betaken herself to the next chamber and the young girl standing listening against the partition had assured herself that this last Argus was asleep she threw over her shoulders a dark cloak to be the less visible in the night descended on tiptoe and light as a shadow the marble stairs of the paternal palace unbarred the gate and crossed the street