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`` No , '' said Brettone , rousing himself ; `` the sum but trivially swells our debt . '' `` Frankly said -- your hands once more ! -- the good people of Tivoli expect me in the Piazza -- they require some admonitions . Adieu till noon . '' When the door closed on Rienzi , Brettone struck the handle of his sword fiercely -- `` The Roman laughs at us , '' said he . `` But let Walter de Montreal once appear in Rome , and the proud jester shall pay us dearly for this . '' `` Hush ! ''