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When the smoke had cleared away, the boy stood there unharmed, while a man tumbled down at his feet. It was Bartolomeo! Taking advantage of the confusion, he ran away and came just in the nick of time to receive Benedetto's murderous bullet in his breast. A quarter of an hour later Aslitta appeared accompanied by Monte-Cristo and La Luciola.
"Oh, Milla," groaned the diva, "Aslitta is surely dead, or else he would have kept his word, and if I have lost him my life will be at an end." "But, Eugenie," consoled Milla, "why fear the worst always? The sudden stoppage of the coach caused Milla to pause. The negro sprang from the box, opened the door and motioned with his hand to the ladies to descend.
One of the pandours pressed the muzzle of his gun against Aslitta's forehead and threateningly said: "Do not stir or I will blow your brains out." Aslitta was obliged to obey. The carriage in which he had been placed stopped, the marquis was lifted out, and the doors of a subterranean dungeon closed behind him.
"Count," interrupted Aslitta, "there are also dark places in Milan, where Italians who betray their country to the oppressor are shot." Stepping into his box, Aslitta closed the door in the count's face, and San Pietro was forced to go to the marshal's box. As San Pietro took his place, La Luciola just appeared on the scene; deafening applause greeted her, and she gratefully bowed.
As soon as she had gone, the gentlemen went toward the auditorium, and on the stairs leading to the boxes Pietro paused and hissed: "Marquis, you know I shall kill you the first chance I have." "Really?" asked Aslitta; "have you become so bloodthirsty all of a sudden?" "No evasions," replied the count. "You love Luciola?" "Why not?" "And Luciola loves you?"
With enthusiastic cries the patriots crowded about the handsome lad, and Monte-Cristo felt his heart throb with joy as he looked at Spero. "And I, too, will accompany you!" exclaimed La Luciola. "Italy must be freed, and Aslitta rescued."
"Tell me, where do the so-called patriots hold their meetings? Do not hesitate. Aslitta is a prisoner like yourself, and I desire to know the truth." "I do not know," replied the major, with a sinister smile. "You don't say so. I am sorry for you, for I believed that your memory would come to the rescue," said Benedetto, casting a knowing glance at the implements of torture.
The count did so and staggered back, for the sight he saw confirmed the poor girl's words; four men, with uncovered heads, carried a bier on which lay a motionless body. It was the Marquis Aslitta, and Monte-Cristo's heart swelled as he recognized him. "How could this calamity have happened?" whispered Spero, clinging anxiously to Luciola.
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