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They are within! They come! Great heavens! What can it mean?" A man appeared on the threshold of the room in which Simon Turchi had taken refuge. "Julio! it is Julio!" exclaimed Simon, in despair. The servant reeled under the influence of liquor.
"When will it be convenient to you, Signor Turchi, to have the officers visit your house?" asked the bailiff. "The time is perfectly indifferent to me." "But appoint an hour; I would regret causing you any inconvenience or trouble." Simon Turchi reflected a moment, and said: "To-morrow morning urgent affairs demand my attention; come then about noon." "Suppose we say two o'clock?"
"No, no, the chair would come too late!" said Simon Turchi, in an agitated voice. "Talk no more about it; this evening you must lie in wait for Geronimo and kill him. It is decided; it must be done!" "I know a means to accomplish your purpose without danger either to you or me, signor," said the servant. "Ah, if what you say be true! Tell me this means of safety!"
Signor, it seems to me that my head is not safe on my shoulders. How does yours feel?" But Simon Turchi heeded not this jest. He muttered a few indistinct words, drew his sword, and rushed down the steps to wreak his vengeance on the unfortunate Geronimo. The servant remained where his master left him, listened to his footsteps until he heard the door of the fatal room open and then close again.
"What a silly idea!" said Turchi, turning pale. "You are capable of such a deed, signor." "The lees gave the bad taste, Julio. Take another glass, and it will pass away." Emptying his glass again, Julio said: "You are right; it is gone. I never tasted anything in my life more disagreeable." Turchi watched his servant narrowly.
Van de Werve, for your proffered friendship, but I shall not remain at Antwerp. To-day I shall beg Signor Turchi to settle up the affairs of the house in this city. Now that I have no one in the world to care for, none for whom to work and amass money, I shall retire from commerce. I have ordered the Il Salvatore to be provisioned, and I shall set sail by the first favorable wind."
Simon Turchi continued to converse familiarly with the Signor Deodati, who was charmed with his intelligence, but still more with the kind consideration which made him refrain from joining in the general conversation in order to entertain an old man.
The hypocrite feigned an extraordinary affection for the venerable nobleman, and flattered him by every expression of respect and esteem. They had already spoken of the attempted assassination, and Simon Turchi had expressed his astonishment, for he did not believe that Geronimo had an enemy in the world.
Not far from the bridge De la Vigne, Simon Turchi had a magnificent dwelling, where the offices of the commercial house of Buonvisi were situated; but he possessed also, at the extremity of the city, pleasure-grounds, where in fine weather he was accustomed to invite his friends and acquaintances to festivals, banquets, and concerts.
Turchi remained silent, gazing upon her with an expression of profound sadness. "You, too, are implacable, inexorable!" she said, rising. "But you, at least his uncle, his father will be more merciful." She ran to the weeping merchant, gently forced his hands from his face, and conjured him, in piteous accents, to give her some information which would relieve the torturing suspense.
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