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Immediately thereafter he felt that his order had been obeyed the heavy silk became taut. "Pull up," a voice now cried from below, "I will hold tight." Aslitta was young and powerful, but he had to exert himself terribly to pull up the heavy load and lift it over the rim of the well. "Thank Heaven," the words reached his ear, "for the present we are saved.
Aslitta was looked upon in Milan as a renegade, and therefore Ticellini was very glad when he was called away. Bidding good-by to the diva, he hurried back to the stage, and Aslitta remained alone with Luciola. "Giorgio," whispered Luciola, giving the marquis her hand, "the eventful hour has arrived."
"The prisoners are chained, their legs are broken, and they are hurled head foremost into a pit about four feet deep. Then the pit is filled with dirt, leaving the legs exposed up to the knees. It recalls little trees and looks comical." Aslitta laughed again; but, singular thing, the laugh sounded like long-drawn sobs. Count Hermann felt his hair stand on end.
"Oh, signora, I have never doubted it, since you consented to take the part of Marguerite." A dark form came from the rear of the dressing-room, and the Marquis Aslitta went toward Ticellini. "Let me congratulate you, maestro," he cordially said, offering Ticellini his hand. Ticellini hesitated before he took it.
"Peculiar," thought Aslitta; "I ought to know that voice, it sounds so familiar;" and in a loud tone he asked, "Who are you?" Yet no answer came; evidently the voice in the well doubted his sincerity. To his good fortune he found a match which he lighted. With a suppressed cry he shrank back; he recognized the uniform of the Austrian officer.
We will capture La Luciola, and bring her to the citadel!" Loud applause greeted the major's words, but before he had reached the coach a hand grasped him by the throat, and a hoarse voice cried in his ear: "If you touch a hair of La Luciola's head, you are a dead man." It was Aslitta.
"To arms, then!" repeated the Marquis of Sante-Croce, solemnly, "and may God be with us!" "But where is Aslitta? He must lead us," some cried. La Luciola advanced. "The patriot Aslitta has been imprisoned," she sorrowfully said; "he is lying in the citadel." A cry of rage arose. "Let us rescue him," came from all sides. "Let us storm the citadel before they murder him."
The unknown arose, and cast his sparkling eyes at San Pietro. He then looked down at the stage again, and La Luciola laughed with satisfaction. The duet finished amid applause. "Colonel," repeated the count again, "Aslitta conspires with the patriots, and " "To-morrow to-morrow, count." "To-morrow would be too late." "Then, in the devil's name, speak now and be done with it. What do you wish?"
"And you have forgotten nothing, and will observe the sign?" "Be easy, I will think of everything." "Then farewell; have courage." "And hope," added Luciola, kissing Aslitta. At this moment a heavy hand was laid upon Aslitta's shoulder, and a clear voice said: "Marquis, you should have closed the door." Aslitta turned hurriedly about.
A man stood in front of him, whose appearance was very repulsive. Count San Pietro had short, red-brown hair, and one of his eyes was always closed; a deep blue scar, reaching from the eye to the left ear, disfigured his otherwise handsome face in a horrible manner. A diabolical smile played upon his lips, and Aslitta grew pale as he recognized the count.
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