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That is false, false! It is impossible!" "He is my mortal enemy. You shall kill him, I say!" exclaimed Simon Turchi, in a menacing voice. "Must I kill the Signor Geronimo? Ah! to what horrible crime would you urge me?" said Julio, in a plaintive tone.
And what difference will it make whether you know the language of the country or not. Money understands and speaks all languages." "And when the two hundred crowns are spent, what will become of me?" said the servant. "I will not forsake you, Julio," said Turchi. "Whenever you need money, inform me of it, and I will send you enough to keep you from want.
It was only when the servant threw open the door and announced Signor Turchi that the young girl, aroused from her reverie, rose hastily and went eagerly to meet him, as though she expected him to be the bearer of important news. Mr. Van de Werve and Deodati also met him at the door; Mary involuntarily took both his hands in hers, and all three regarded him inquiringly.
"Hypocrite!" exclaimed Simon Turchi; "you speak as though I were ignorant of your past history. If a price is set upon your head in the city of Lucca, if at this moment you are under sentence of death, is it not because you assassinated or helped to assassinate the Judge Voltaï?" These words struck Julio with terror.
The Signor Turchi, on the contrary, is rich and highly esteemed in the world as partner and administrator of the well-known house of Buonvisi. Think better of your choice, Mary; satisfy my desires and your brothers': it is not yet too late." Tears filled the eyes of the young girl; she replied, however, with a sweet resignation: "Father, I am your submissive child.
I myself will superintend the work, and will visit in person each hand of workmen to see that my commands are properly executed." Simon Turchi had covered his face with his hands, in order to conceal his terror. Surprised by his emotion, the bailiff said: "What have I said, Signor Turchi, to excite so much feeling?" "Ah, you know not how much suffering you cause me," replied Simon.
"I desire you to search my country-house as you do all the other dwellings in the vicinity." They were not far from the bridge of Meir, and they ceased speaking, as in so frequented a place they were in danger of being overheard. Farther on, Turchi said: "I acknowledge, however, that I am hurt and irritated by the disrespect and audacity of the populace.
Some time after the hour of Change, Simon Turchi had returned home, and was apparently preparing to go out again, for he had changed his doublet for one of a darker color, and his cloak lay on a chair beside him. The signor was in high spirits; he carried his head proudly, a radiant smile illumined his countenance, and from time to time he rubbed his hands with an air of triumph.
Even Simon Turchi was subdued by admiration, and he even momentarily lost sight of the hatred and jealousy which lacerated his heart. Mary thus sang: Kyrie! Lo, our God comes, Mankind to save from ill and bless: What grateful joy should break our gloom And fill our hearts with happiness! Kyrie eleison! God is born!
"Here is the letter of recommendation," said Simon Turchi, entering the room. "It is in the name of Marco Castagno. Forget your other names, and be prudent, remembering that the least indiscretion might cost our lives. Go to the pavilion, Julio. I bid you adieu, with the hope of soon seeing you again at Antwerp." "Shall I not take my clothes, signor, or a traveling cloak?"
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