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Updated: June 11, 2025
"I know not who you are, signor," said Fleetwood; "but, as I believe your warning is given in kindness, I thank you. To follow your advice is impossible, and I must beg you, as a favour, not to detain us I need not ask you, I trust, not to betray us." "I feel sure that Signor Montifalcone will not do so," exclaimed Ada, recognising at once the voice of the young Italian.
He thought of Nina in all her youth and beauty, of her fond affection, her deep devotion, of all the sacrifices she had made for him and callous and bad as was his heart, a transient pang of bitter regret visited it, for the cruel return he had made her. "This, then, Nina Montifalcone, is the fate I have reserved for you.
But in later years, although the former means of repairing their damaged property no longer existed, yet, still with rather frequent succession, a Lord of Montifalcone would assume the family honours, who failed not to squander away property which he had no means of replacing.
"We waited so long for you; but everything is in readiness. If you will assist Miss Garden on board, I will take care of Marianna. But who is this stranger with you?" "One to whom I owe much," said Ada, stretching out her hand. "Farewell, Signor Montifalcone, may Heaven reward you for what you have done for me."
It's fortunately so dark, that there's very little chance of my being seen, and I'll be back again as fast as I can." Nina Montifalcone was sitting, solitary and sad, at the window of her tower, gazing out on the sea, and watching the scene enacting below her. She had risen from her couch on hearing the firing and noise, and had gone to where she now was, to learn the cause of it.
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