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"Thou wrongest me," said Rienzi, warmly, to Adrian, as they sat alone, / towards the close of a long conference; "I do not play the part of a / mere demagogue; I wish not to stir the great deeps in order that my / lees of fortune may rise to the surface. So long have I brooded over the / past, that it seems to me as if I had become a part of it -- as if I / had no separate existence. I have coined my whole soul into one master / passion, -- and its end is the restoration of Rome."
"But by what means?"