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Van de Werve joined them, and after the first salutations said to the old Deodati: "I am happy to present to you my friend, the Signor Simon Turchi, who is at the head of the house of the Buonvisi, and who frequently does me the honor to visit me." "Ah! I know him well," said Deodati, cordially taking Simon's hand. "The signor is from Lucca, and the son of an esteemed friend."

"Speak, Simon," said Mary, anxiously. "Tell us this thought." Signor Turchi cast down his eyes in feigned embarrassment. "Impossible, Mary; it is a secret which I have no right to divulge." "Alas! is even this consolation refused me?" she exclaimed, despairingly. "This is unkind, Simon," said Mr. Van de Werve. "Why do you cheer us up and awaken our curiosity only to cast us down by your silence?

And yet I always wear it with the firm and unshaken conviction that it will protect me in a critical hour from some misfortune." "Perhaps it belonged to your deceased parents," said Mr. Van de Werve, struck by the singular explanation of the young man. "No, sir," replied Geronimo; "this amulet is to me a cherished souvenir of a day upon which God gave me the grace to perform a good action.

Van de Werve, "and I esteem and love you more for your generosity to the unfortunate blind woman. How happy her unexpected liberation must have made her!"

Three days after the attempted assassination of Geronimo by the ruffian Bufferio, Mr. Van de Werve was to entertain his friends in the evening, it being the time appointed for their reunion.

Mary Van de Werve, now Madame Geronimo Deodati, appeared at the door accompanied by her husband.

Van de Werve was explaining to Signor Deodati the various edifices which were worthy of remark, there stood upon the shore, at a corner of the dock-yard, a man who coolly followed the boat with his eyes, and who endeavored to comprehend what was passing in the gondola, and to discover what might be the emotions of the young man and the young girl who were seated within it.

"I thank the God of mercy that my prayer has been heard!" Mr. Van de Werve was silent; his daughter's words had evidently made a disagreeable impression upon him. She passed her arm caressingly around his neck, and said: "Dear father, you are sorrowful; and yet you promised me to await tranquilly the arrival of Signor Deodati."

"So lively an affection for your uncle does you credit, Geronimo," said Mr. Van de Werve. "God loves a grateful heart; may He grant you to-day the desires of your heart!" But the young man did not hear these words of encouragement; standing in the gondola, he waved to his uncle as if endeavoring to express to him by signs his joy at seeing him.

I must return to Kipdorp, and you will do me the favor to wait a few minutes, in order to accompany me to my dwelling. Follow me." Geronimo, the watchmen, and Julio soon reached the residence of Mr. Van de Werve. He knocked, and was immediately admitted.