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Luciola looked coolly at him; not a muscle of her fine face quivered, but her hand grasped the jewelled hilt of a dagger. She did not intend to fall into the villain's hands alive. Suddenly, above the roar of the multitude, a voice thundered: "Benedetto! Murderer! Escaped galley slave beware! God cannot be mocked at! Shame over you!"
"Unwelcome?" repeated Salvani. "Signora, what are you thinking of? On the contrary, we were just speaking about you and wishing you were here." "Flatterer," said La Luciola, laughing, and pointing her finger warningly at him. "No, signora, Salvani says the truth," Ticellini said, earnestly. "We wish to ask a great favor of you." "That is excellent.
With enthusiastic cries the patriots crowded about the handsome lad, and Monte-Cristo felt his heart throb with joy as he looked at Spero. "And I, too, will accompany you!" exclaimed La Luciola. "Italy must be freed, and Aslitta rescued."
La Luciola understood whom she meant by this "he," and she timidly replied: "Madame, you seem to know all about the terrible affair. Would you permit me a question?" "Gladly. Ask without fear; I will answer you." La Luciola hesitated a moment and then firmly said: "Madame, there is a patriot in Milan who is putting his life at stake for the freedom of Italy.
When the smoke had cleared away, the boy stood there unharmed, while a man tumbled down at his feet. It was Bartolomeo! Taking advantage of the confusion, he ran away and came just in the nick of time to receive Benedetto's murderous bullet in his breast. A quarter of an hour later Aslitta appeared accompanied by Monte-Cristo and La Luciola.
"Ah, you were more fortunate than I." The manager opened the door leading to the stage-row, and exclaimed: "Signora, your scene begins." "I am coming," said Luciola, and, passing by the gentlemen, she laughingly said: "Good-by, and do not forget to applaud."
"In the citadel." "Count, rescue him. You are superhuman. But tell me who betrayed him?" "Benedetto." Luciola uttered a cry of horror. "I will do what I can," continued the count, "to rescue him." "A thousand thanks; I believe you." The count went to the door and called: "Spero." The handsome boy immediately appeared, and looked inquiringly at his father. "Come with me," said the count.
The unknown arose, and cast his sparkling eyes at San Pietro. He then looked down at the stage again, and La Luciola laughed with satisfaction. The duet finished amid applause. "Colonel," repeated the count again, "Aslitta conspires with the patriots, and " "To-morrow to-morrow, count." "To-morrow would be too late." "Then, in the devil's name, speak now and be done with it. What do you wish?"
"We I " began Salvani, stammering. "My dear impresario," interrupted La Luciola, laughing, "let us make short work of it. I will tell you why I came, and, in the meantime, you can collect your thoughts. Well, then, I am growing tired at La Scala; Donizetti, Bellini, and whatever other names your great composers bear, are very good fellows, but, you know, toujours perdrix."
Surrounded on all sides by the Italians, they sought safety in flight, and the patriots followed them with shouts of joy. Luciola now left the barricade, and, hastening into the palace, sank on her knees beside the bier, on which Aslitta still lay extended motionless.
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