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Updated: May 5, 2025
"No man on earth, sir, is more convinced of Colonel della Rebbia's honour than myself! But the writer of the letter is now known." "Who wrote it?" exclaimed Colomba, making a step toward the prefect.
"And I assure you that if I once felt you were safe in the hotel at Ajaccio, I should be very sorry to leave this cursed island myself, without shaking that plucky fellow della Rebbia's hand again." "Well then, father, let us wait a while, and before we start let us make quite sure we can not be of any use to them." "Kind soul!" said the colonel, as he kissed his daughter's forehead.
In this country, people lie in ambush, and kill each other from behind. There is one deposition in his favour that of a child, who declares she heard four reports, two of which were louder than the others, and produced by a heavy weapon, such as Signor della Rebbia's gun.
"Was it on the Continent that you made M. della Rebbia's acquaintance?" he inquired. Somewhat embarrassed, Miss Lydia replied that she had made his acquaintance on the ship which had carried them to Corsica. "He is a very gentlemanly young fellow," said the prefect, in an undertone; "and has he told you," he added, dropping his voice still lower, "why he has returned to Corsica?"
"Is this gentleman Colonel della Rebbia's son?" said the prefect, looking a trifle embarrassed. "Yes, monsieur," replied Orso. "I had the honour of knowing your father." The ordinary commonplaces of conversation were soon exhausted. The colonel, in spite of himself, yawned pretty frequently. Orso, as a liberal, did not care to converse with a satellite of the Government.
Five days after Colonel della Rebbia's death, Agostini was surprised by a detachment of riflemen, and killed, fighting desperately to the last. On his person was found a letter from Colomba, beseeching him to declare whether he was guilty of the murder imputed to him, or not.
Moreover, he deposed that when he came back the blood-stained note-book was still on the table, in the very place where the mayor had thrown it when he first came in. Monsieur Barricini gave his evidence with the utmost coolness. He made allowances, he said, for Mademoiselle della Rebbia's excitement, and was ready to condescend to justify himself.
The mayor, on his side, had another grave dug in the cemetery, and sent for the police, that the law, so he declared, might be duly enforced. On the day of the funeral, the two parties came face to face, and, for a moment, there was reason to fear a struggle might ensue for the possession of Signora della Rebbia's corpse.
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