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Updated: June 19, 2025
From the death-charm Hermione turned her eyes to Maddalena. She saw a woman who was surely not very much younger than herself, with a broad and spreading figure, wide hips, plump though small-boned arms, heavy shoulders. The face that, perhaps yes, that, certainly must have been once pretty. Very pretty?
As if moved by an uncontrollable impulse, she thrust one hand into her dress, drew out the death-charm, and contemplated it, at the same time muttering some words that Hermione did not understand. Her face became full of hatred. Holding up the charm, and lifting her head, she exclaimed: "Those who bring trouble shall have trouble!"
His imagination, working with an almost diseased rapidity and excitement, brought before him a series of scenes in which the death-charm figured as symbol. In one of these there were two women Hermione and Maddalena. Hermione might have set out on some wild quest to Mergellina. He remembered the face at the window, and knew that to-night everything was possible. "Row quickly, Gaspare!"
Has it not brought another death? Or, at least, does it not typify another death to-night, the death of a great lie? I think it does. I look upon it as a symbol. But but ?" He looked at her. He was at the huge doorway of the palace. The sea murmured below him. Hermione understood and bent her head. Then Artois threw the death-charm far away into the sea. "Let me take you to the boat.
The Padrona is walking up and down the room. When Peppina screamed out I heard the Padrona move. And then I heard her walking up and down the room." He looked again at the death-charm and went out. Vere stood for a moment. Then she, too, went suddenly away, and Artois heard her light footstep retreating from him towards the terrace. He understood her silent and abrupt departure.
His fear had been hers. His relief was hers, too, and she was moved to hide it. He was left alone with the death-charm. He sat down by the table on which it lay among the bright toys of silver.
"It is what the people of Naples call a death-charm." "A death-charm?" In her eyes superstition dawned. "Why do they call it that?" "Because it is supposed to bring death to any one any enemy near whom it is placed." "Who can have put it in the house to-night?" Vere said. Her voice was low and trembling. "Who can have wished to bring death here to-night?" "I don't know, Vere."
He brought it, and it is he that must take it away. Do not touch it, Signorina. Do not touch it, Signore. Leave it where it is till Ruffo comes, till Ruffo takes it away." He again made the sign of the cross, and drew back from the death-charm with a sort of mysterious caution. "Signore," he said to Artois, "I will go down to the Saint's Pool. I will find Ruffo. I will bring him here.
For a long time he sat, always holding the death-charm in his hand, always with his eyes fixed upon it, until at last in it, as in a magic mirror, among the scars of its burning, and among the nails that pierced it, as the woman who had fashioned it, and fired it, and muttered witch's words over it, longed to pierce the heart of her enemy, he saw scenes of the past, and shadowy, moving figures.
"Sahib, I am a full sergeant of the Rajput Horse retired. I bear one medal." "And " "I sell charms, sahib." "What sort of charms?" "All sorts. But principally charms against the evil eye, and the red sickness, and death by violence. But, also love-charms now and then, and now and then a death-charm to a man who has an enemy and lacks swordsmanship or courage.
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