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But my voice was never musical. However, in the present state of our family affairs, a little laughter might divert our thoughts. Have you seen Bosio to-day? Why did he not come to luncheon? I hope he is not ill, just at this moment." Matilda 'placed' her voice carefully, as a singer would do, before she answered. "He is not ill," she said. "He was here an hour ago.

There had been conviction in them, and even then she had felt that he believed the truth of what he said, however mistaken he might be. And now she felt that it was not he who had spoken, but Bosio, through him, that the warning came from beyond the grave, and that she had risked her life in disregarding it.

The revelation that Bosio had told all before he died, and that Veronica knew it, fell upon her like a blow, with stunning force. The first words came from Gregorio. "Bosio!" he exclaimed in a loud voice. "The devil take his soul!" "God will have mercy upon the soul that was lost through your deeds," said the young girl, solemnly. "Amongst you, you drove him to madness it was not his fault.

"Last night, his father was at your house, and he was told that there was no hope, because you were betrothed to Count Bosio Macomer." "They told him that?" asked Veronica, quickly, and the colour mounted a third time in her cheeks. "But it is not true!" she added; and her eyes set themselves sharply, for she was angry.

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.

"That was the answer which my brother and his wife gave to the Duca della Spina," he replied coldly. "Yes," said Taquisara. "I know it was. That is the reason why I have come to you, directly, as Gianluca's friend." "Does Don Gianluca propose to call me out, because he cannot marry Donna Veronica?" asked Bosio, in surprise, and in a tone which showed that he was already offended. "No.

These long and tedious explanations are necessary in order to explain how it came about that Veronica Serra, with her great position and vast estates, seriously thought of uniting herself with such a comparatively obscure personage as Count Bosio Macomer.

"It is a crime," he said in a low voice. Matilda raised her eyes, with an almost imperceptible movement of the shoulders. "Murder is a crime," she answered simply. Then Bosio started violently and turned very white, almost rising from his seat. "Murder?" he cried; "what do you mean?" Matilde's smooth red lips smiled.

"We have all done some one great wrong thing in our lives," he said gently. "The price may perhaps be paid to God in good, as well as to man in pain." Bosio shook his head, and a long silence followed. Once or twice he roused himself, stirred the cup of chocolate which the waiter had set before him, and sipped a teaspoonful of it absently.

Bosio was willing to put off the moment of going home as long as possible, and he accompanied his friend to the door of Don Matteo's lodging, which was in a clean, quiet, sunlit street, behind the Piazza in one of those oases of light and cleanliness upon which one sometimes comes in the heart of Naples. The little green door was reached by a couple of steps up from the level of the street.