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"He was sentenced to death; whether the sentence had been already executed our emissary could not ascertain." "Bertuccio," said the count anxiously, "if Aslitta " "Aslitta is dead!" cried Luciola, who had entered unperceived and sank to her knees sobbing. "Who dares to allege that?" exclaimed the count, turning pale. "Step to the window," stammered Luciola.
Do you think he went on without looking? No; he stopped and spoke with the artist." "Then that was because they were acquaintances," snapped Luciola. "It is true they knew each other. But it was not for the beaux yeux of the big red-bearded artist that the Prince stopped. It was to look at my face in the sketch-book.
As soon as she had gone, the gentlemen went toward the auditorium, and on the stairs leading to the boxes Pietro paused and hissed: "Marquis, you know I shall kill you the first chance I have." "Really?" asked Aslitta; "have you become so bloodthirsty all of a sudden?" "No evasions," replied the count. "You love Luciola?" "Why not?" "And Luciola loves you?"
Luciola had heard the prophetic words; she rose up, and, approaching the bier, exclaimed enthusiastically: "You hear his words; he always keeps what he promises. To arms, friends! Long live Italy and Liberty." A shout of joy answered Luciola.
The caretaker, consumed with jealousy because one of the flirters had flirted also with her daughter, told everybody that Nathalie Verando had been kissed in the olive woods. Jim Schuyler's cook was a friend of Luciola, the curé's housekeeper. When she heard of the incident in the Verando family, she told Nathalie's aunt that Mrs.
"Signora," he said, turning to Luciola, "have no fear; you are in the house of a friend. Follow me." La Luciola and Milla accepted the invitation and uttered a cry of surprise. They had entered a room decorated with the finest frescoes and hung with the richest silk and satin tapestries.
The count did so and staggered back, for the sight he saw confirmed the poor girl's words; four men, with uncovered heads, carried a bier on which lay a motionless body. It was the Marquis Aslitta, and Monte-Cristo's heart swelled as he recognized him. "How could this calamity have happened?" whispered Spero, clinging anxiously to Luciola.
Aslitta was looked upon in Milan as a renegade, and therefore Ticellini was very glad when he was called away. Bidding good-by to the diva, he hurried back to the stage, and Aslitta remained alone with Luciola. "Giorgio," whispered Luciola, giving the marquis her hand, "the eventful hour has arrived."
When the Major von Kirchstein and his comrades, attracted by the noise, rushed out into the street, they saw La Luciola's carriage covered with flags bearing the national colors; the diva and her friend were seated therein, and La Luciola enthusiastically cried: "Oh, Milla, Milla, this is great and sublime!" "Comrades!" shouted the major in a rage, "follow me.
"But why were you arrested?" "Later on you shall hear all." "Can you not at least tell me whether Luciola has been saved?" "Yes, she is in safety in the Count of Monte-Cristo's house." "Heaven be praised! Now I can die calmly," whispered Aslitta. "Nonsense! who is speaking of dying? Think of our rescue. It is not safe to remain here, and the sooner we get out of this hole the better.
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