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I would give my life to convict Martel's assassins; but I am fighting myself. That is why I have gone to live with Oliveta until I have conquered and am ready to become a Sister." "Please don't say that." "Oliveta, you know, is alone," she went on, with forced composure, "and so I watch over her.
"How strange that both our lives should have been blighted by this man!" the peasant girl said at length. "'Sh-h! You must not think of him so unceasingly," Vittoria warned her. "One's thoughts go where they will when one is sick and wearied. I have grown to hate everything about me the people, the life, the country." "Sicily is calling you, perhaps?" Oliveta answered eagerly, "Yes!
"Do you realize what Maruffi's freedom would mean to you and Oliveta?" "We are in God's hands." "It would require a miracle to save you. Caesar would have my life, too; he told me as much with his eyes when that corrupted jury lifted the fear of death from his heart." "So!" cried the girl. "You fear him, therefore you take this means of destroying him!
"Carissima, you are ill!" she said with concern. Vittoria assented. "It is my eyes my head. The heat is perhaps as much to blame as our many worries." She removed her hat and pressed slender fingers to her throbbing temples, while Oliveta drew the curtains against the fierce rays of a westering sun.
Vittoria did not withdraw her anxious gaze. After an instant she inquired, gently, "Oliveta, what shall we do?" "There is but one thing to do." "You mean " "I have been sent by God to betray him." Her face became convulsed, her voice harsh. "I curse him, living and dead, in the name of my father, in the name of Martel Savigno, who died by his hand.
"What time is it now?" Oliveta had repeated this question already a dozen times. "It is after ten." "I hear nothing as yet, do you?" "Nothing!" "We could hear if it were not for that dreadful pounding yonder in the jail." "Hush! They are building barricades." The peasant girl gasped and seized the iron railing in front of her. "Madonna mia! I am dying.
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."
"There is no mistake," he mumbled." He is Cardi. I know it. "Wait, wait; don't tell me." She went groping uncertainly to the door. "Don't tell me yet." A moment later he heard her call: "Oliveta! Come quickly, sorella mia. A friend. Quickly!" Oliveta recognizably the same girl that he had known in Sicily entered with her black brows lifted in anxious inquiry, her dark eyes wide with apprehension.
"How came you here, alone with me?" she asked at length. "Oliveta was here only a moment ago." "I came with good news for both of you. I met Oliveta as she went out, and when I had told her she sent me to you. Don't you understand, dear? It was good news. Our quest is over, our work is done, and God has seen fit to deliver our enemy "
That is why I would have avoided this meeting." "If you contemplate this step," he inquired, dully, "why have you left the hospital?" "I am not ready to take Orders. I have much to overcome. Now I must prepare Oliveta to meet you, for she has not changed as I have, and there might be consequences." "What consequences?" "We wish to forget the past," she said, non-committally.
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