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Meanwhile they brought the young girl to the Decurio's house, and as each man considered that he had an equal right to the prize, they kept a vigilant eye upon her, and none dared offend her so much as by a look. When the Decurio arrived, they all crowded into the house with him, filling the rooms, as well as the entrance and porch.

Meanwhile Numa coolly removed the match, which was entirely burnt down; and throwing it into the grate, he stepped over to the bed and whispered into the young girl's ear: "You are free!" Trembling, she raised herself in the bed and taking the Decurio's large, sinewy hands within her own, she murmured: "Be merciful! O hear my prayer, and kill me!"

And with these words he strode away, leaving the astonished informer on his knees, in which posture he remained for some time afterwards, not daring to raise his head until the Decurio's steps had died away. As Numa entered the house, the lovers hastened to meet him. For an instant or two he stood at the threshold, regarding the young man with a look of silent reproach.

Meanwhile they brought the young girl to the Decurio's house, and as each man considered that he had an equal right to the prize, they kept a vigilant eye upon her, and none dared offend her so much as by a look. When the Decurio arrived, they all crowded into the house with him, filling the rooms, as well as the entrance and porch.

"Why did you not hear me, unhappy children? why did you not take my word?" and he wept over his enemies' heads as if he had been their father. He then rose, his eyes darting fire, and, shaking his terrible fist, he cried, in a voice hoarse with rage: "Czine mintye!"* * Czine mintye! A Wallachian term signifying revenge. In a few hours, the Wallachians had assembled before the Decurio's house.

"Why did you not hear me, unhappy children? why did you not take my word?" and he wept over his enemies' heads as if he had been their father. He then rose, his eyes darting fire, and, shaking his terrible fist, he cried, in a voice hoarse with rage: "Czine mintye!" In a few hours, the Wallachians had assembled before the Decurio's house.

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