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The weapon described swift circles, jerking parabolas and figures as the men strained to wrest it from each other. Maruffi strove violently to free his imprisoned hand, and in doing so he discharged the revolver a third time. The bullet brought a shower of plaster from the ceiling, and Blake counted with fierce exultation, "Three!"
As for Maruffi, he met Norvin's advances half-way; but although he was apparently more than once upon the verge of some disclosure, the terror of the brotherhood seemed always to intervene. Feeling that he could not openly voice his suspicions until the other was ready to show his hand, Blake kept a close mouth, and thus the two played at cross-purposes.
Meanwhile, Maruffi smiled and shrugged and maintained his innocence. Blake did not attend these tiresome preliminaries, although he followed them with intense interest, the while a sardonic irritation arose in him. Chancing to meet Mayor Wright one day, he said: "I'm beginning to think my original plan was the best after all."
Then he thought of her danger, realizing that this man was quite capable in his fury of killing her, too, and he stiffened in every fiber. His cowardice fell away from him like a rotten garment, and he stood erect. Maruffi, it seemed, had not heard his last words, or else his mind was still set upon Oliveta. "Gone!" he exclaimed. "Then I shall not see her face grow black within my fingers not yet.
God! How I ran!" He cursed again. "But I shall not fare so badly, after all." He stirred, and with his movement Blake flew to action. Swiftly, with one sweep of his right hand, he brought the silken cushions up before his breast and lunged at his enemy. At the same instant Maruffi fired. In the closed room the detonation was deafening; it rattled the windows, it seemed to bulge the very walls.
She flung out a trembling hand, while the other hid itself in the silk and lace at her breast. "What is this you tell me? Maruffi? Am I still dreaming?" "Maruffi has been arrested." "Is it possible? this long nightmare ended at last like this? Maruffi is arrested? You are safe? No one has been killed?" "It is all right. O'Neil telephoned me and I came here at once to tell you and Oliveta."
I fell down three times, and ran over a child getting out of that neighborhood." Blake, who had listened eagerly, inquired: "The man was Maruffi?" "Exactly! I got back to the club in time to hear about his arrest and escape and your fight here. The town was ringing with it; everybody was horrified and amazed.
The firing had ceased when up out of that limp and sodden heap he rose, his gray hair matted, his garments streaming. They thrust their rifles against his chest and killed him quickly. Nine men had died by now, and only two remained, Normando and Maruffi.
There are men whose presence infuses trust and reverence; there are others to whom we have need to carry our trust and reverence ready-made; and that difference flashed on Romola as she ceased to have Savonarola before her, and saw in his stead Fra Salvestro Maruffi.
"Do you know him?" In a daze she nodded; then cast a hurried, frightened look over her shoulder. "Madonna mia! Caesar Maruffi!" Disbelief and horror leaped into her eyes. "You are mad! Not Caesar. I do not believe it." "Caesar, Caesar." he cried." Why do you call him that? Why do you doubt? What is he to you?" She drew away with a look that brought him to his senses.
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