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Updated: May 7, 2025
After Orso's last shot a great silence fell. The smoke from his weapon rose slowly up into the sky. There was not a movement, not the slightest sound from behind the wall. But for the pain in his arm, he could have fancied the men on whom he had just fired had been phantoms of his own imagination.
They utter contempt of Camillo, who is this day to be Pontifically divorced from his wife to espouse the detested Michiella. His taste is not admired. They pass off. Camillo appears. He is, as he knows, little better than a pensioner in Count Orso's household. He holds his lands on sufferance. His faculties are paralyzed. He is on the first smooth shoulder-slope of the cataract.
She was now firmly convinced that her Orso's spirit had been the perpetrator; for only a bodiless shadow would be able to escape for a second time the thousand spying eyes which were guarding Venice. She put on her best clothes and decided, since she was expecting nothing less than a visit of her departed husband, to be ready to receive him, spending the entire night at the top of the stairs.
There lives Count Orso: will he permit their festivities to pass undisturbed? The puling voice is crushed by the chorus, which protests that the heavens are above Count Orso. But another villager tells of Orso's power, and hints at his misdeeds.
Now that every one is asleep the beautiful Colomba, the colonel, and his daughter I will seize the opportunity to acquaint my reader with certain details of which he must not be ignorant, if he desires to follow the further course of this veracious history. He is already aware that Colonel della Rebbia, Orso's father, had been assassinated.
As he talked the bandit was scanning Orso's arm, and splitting up his sleeve with his dagger. "This is nothing," said he. "But this coat of yours will give Signorina Colomba work to do. Ha! what's this I see? this gash upon your chest? Nothing went in there, surely? No! you wouldn't be so brisk as you are! Come, try to move your finger. Do you feel my teeth when I bite your little finger?
Montini, as Camillo, enjoyed a warm reception; but as he advanced to deliver his canzone, it was seen that he and Rocco interchanged glances of desperate resignation. Camillo has had love passages with Michiella, Count Orso's daughter, and does not hesitate to declare that he dreads her.
"Have you any news, dear friend?" cried Miss Nevil, sitting up in bed. Her eye fell on Orso's picture, and she hastily tossed her handkerchief upon it. "Yes, I have news," said Colomba, with a smile. Then she took up the picture. "Do you think it like him? He is better looking than that!" "Really," stammered Miss Nevil, quite confused, "I took down that picture in a fit of absence!
"Signor della Rebbia," she said, and her voice shook, "should I have come here at all if " and as she spoke she laid the Egyptian talisman in Orso's hand. Then, with a mighty effort to recover her usual bantering tone "It's very wrong of you, Signor Orso, to say such things!
"Going away, Miss Nevil! Don't say that word yet!" "What are we to do? My father can not spend his whole life shooting. He wants to go." Orso's hand, which had been touching Miss Lydia's, dropped away, and there was silence for a moment. "Nonsense!" said Colomba. "We won't let you go yet. We have plenty of things to show you still at Pietranera.
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