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"Could he so lightly sacrifice my daughter's love?" said Mr. Van de Werve. "Were his expressions of affection for her only hypocrisy? No, no; nothing can induce me to believe that." "His love was real," replied Turchi, "and its very depth, perhaps, blinded his judgment. He thought that the discovery of his losses at the gaming-table would inevitably deprive him of all hope of Mary's hand.
When has such a murder ever remained concealed? It is not surprising that I bowed my head in thought. In imagination I saw such terrible things that I dare not tell them to you. Tears still fill my eyes at the thought." "What did you see?" asked Turchi, with increasing anxiety. "What did I see? The bailiff and his attendants.
"Have no anxiety about my journey; the rising sun will not find me at Antwerp." "Are you certain?" "As certain as I am that a halter hangs over my head, and over yours something quite as disagreeable." This jest of his servant made Turchi convulsively contract his lips, but he restrained any expression of feeling, and arose, saying: "Julio, would you like a glass of good Malmsey?"
The young girl rose without reply, but she glanced reproachfully at Simon Turchi. "Do not blame me, Mary," he said; "I am deeply grieved to cause you pain; only rest assured that what I do is caused by affection for Geronimo and yourself." Without noticing this excuse the young girl obeyed her father, and slowly left the room. "Now," said Mr.
"Of whom do you speak?" exclaimed Deodati. "His soul? Whose soul? Geronimo's?" Steps were heard in the vestibule. Simon Turchi went to the door, and said: "Here is the bailiff! He will know the secret which is breaking my heart."
This morning, when I awoke, I was seated before a table at the Silver Dice. How I came there, I cannot tell. It was then too late for me to pass the gate. I determined to wait until to-morrow, and I came here to take a night's rest before setting out on the journey." "And you played at dice?" said Turchi. "I think I did; for the rattling of the dice still sounds in my ears."
The scaffold for the master, and the gallows for the servant. This is the consequence of my disorderly life. Had I not gone, in a moment of intoxication, and without knowing it, to the place where Judge Voltaï was assassinated, I would not have been obliged to fly from my country, and Signor Turchi would not have it in his power to force me to become his accomplice in a frightful crime.
It is too late for me to leave for England; there are no vessels ready to sail. What could I do in Germany, ignorant of the language of the country and without means of subsistence?" "Save your life, Julio; go to Germany," said Turchi. "I will give you money, plenty of money."
"He is a banker, signor," replied Simon Turchi. "He is very rich, and his name is Lazarus Tucher. The gentleman before him is the head of the house of the Hochstetter. The gentlemen conversing with him belong to the distinguished commercial houses of the Gigli, the Spignoli, and the Gualterotti.
While the servant thus spoke, Turchi seemed preoccupied by torturing thoughts. After a moment he said, with a sigh: "Alas! there is no other means; it is dangerous, but necessity demands it. Julio, go to the summer-house, and I will send Bernardo this evening to help you." "What" said Julio, ironically, "will you reveal your secret?"
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