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The handsome woman has her will leaving her everything if she dies." "But will they really kill her?" insisted Bosio, half breathless in his fear and nervous excitement. The spirit voice did not answer. In the silence Bosio heard Giuditta Astarita's breathing opposite to him. "Will they really kill her?" he asked again. Still there was silence, and Bosio held his breath.
But when she had spoken to Gregorio, she would go out alone, on foot. And she knew that she should find the address given on Giuditta Astarita's card, and enter the house and see the woman who had written to her, and hear the message that was promised. If she left her own house, her feet must take her that way, whether she would or not. And so it all happened just as she foresaw.
"I see a name over your head," said a clear, bell-like voice, certainly not Giuditta Astarita's. "It is Veronica." Bosio started uneasily, though like most Neapolitans, he had visited somnambulists more than once. "Who is speaking?" he asked quickly. "It is the spirit," said the woman's hoarse tones. "That is his voice. Is there such a person as Veronica in your life?
He was certain that he had not heard the door open after she had drawn the curtains. He looked about the scantily furnished room, in search of some corner in which some third person might have been hidden. Giuditta Astarita's chronic smile was momentarily intensified. "There was no one else here," she said, answering his unspoken question. "You heard the spirit's voice through my ears."
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