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From the depths of a vizored cowl came a thin, shrill voice: "The Holy Office has knowledge that Agostino d'Anguissola did for a space of some six months, during the winter of the year of Our Blessed Lord 1544, and the spring of the year of Our Blessed Lord 1545, pursue a fraudulent and sacrilegious traffic, adulterating, for moneys which he extorted from the poor and the faithful, things which are holy, and adapting them to his own base purposes.

"The Captain of Justice?" quoth my mother at length, her voice startled. "What does he seek?" "The person of my Lord Agostino d'Anguissola," said Rinolfo steadily. She sighed very heavily. "A felon's end!" she murmured, and turned to me. "If thus you may expiate your sins," she said, speaking more gently, "let the will of Heaven be done. Admit the captain, Ser Rinolfo."

I took it, and considered the superscription: "These to the Most Noble Agostino d'Anguissola, at Pagliano. Quickly. Quickly. Quickly." The hand was Galeotto's. I tore it open. It contained but two lines: "Upon your life do not fail to obey the Imperial summons. Send Falcone to me here at once." And it was signed "GALEOTTO." "It is well," I said to the herald, "I will not fail to attend."

"Falsehood, sir monk?" quoth I, so fiercely that one of my attendants set a restraining hand upon my arm. The beady eyes vanished and reappeared, and they considered me impassively. "Your sin, Agostino d'Anguissola," said he in his booming, level voice, "is the most hideous that the wickedness of man could conceive or diabolical greed put into execution.

Sebastian that it was miraculous, that it had power to heal suffering and that miraculously it bled from its wounds each year during Passion Week, whence it resulted that pilgrimages were made to this false shrine and great store of alms was collected by the said Agostino d'Anguissola, which moneys he appropriated to his own purposes.

"Read!" he bade me again, with a fierce gesture. And accounting him well warned by now, I read with confidence. It was a papal brief ordering me under pain of excommunication and death to make surrender to Cosimo d'Anguissola of the Castle of Pagliano which I traitorously held, and of the person of his wife, Madonna Bianca.

"I saw its fellow at the Vatican," said my cousin, "and since the Pope in his wisdom and goodness judged worthless the witnesses whose signatures it bears, his holiness thought well to issue the brief upon which your excellency has acted in summoning Agostino d'Anguissola before you here. "Thus is that memorial disposed of as a false and lying document."

And then an approaching clank of mail heralded the coming of the captain. Rinolfo held the door, and Cosimo d'Anguissola entered with a firm, proud tread, two of his men, following at his heels. He wore a buff-coat, under which no doubt there would be a shirt of mail; his gorget and wristlets were of polished steel, and his headgear was a steel cap under a cover of peach-coloured velvet.

I have enough to bear already!" "I care not," said I. "Let him see. I am not Messer Gambara. No man shall put an insult upon you on my account, and live." I was become the very ranting, roaring, fire-breathing type of lover who will slaughter a whole world to do pleasure to his mistress or to spare her pain I I I, Agostino d'Anguissola who was to be ordained next month and walk in the ways of St.

And I charge your excellency, as Caesar's vicegerent, to accept that memorial as an indictment of that caitiff Cosimo d'Anguissola, who lent himself to so foul and sacrilegious a deed for it involved the defilement of the Sacrament of Marriage." "In that you lie!" screamed Cosimo, crimson now with rage, the veins at his throat and brow swelling like ropes. A silence followed.

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