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Updated: June 16, 2025
Get another bottle, Julio, from the cupboard; it is perhaps the last time that we shall drink together. On the third shelf, the bottle with the long neck." Julio arose with difficulty from his chair, and staggered to the cupboard. Simon Turchi thrust his hand in his doublet, and drew out a very small phial.
"Was Geronimo a gambler?" exclaimed Deodati, with ill-suppressed indignation. "It is the custom at Antwerp to play for money, and often for considerable sums of money," continued Simon Turchi. "I never remarked that my friend Geronimo had a passion for play. However that may be, I could never discover to whom he had lost the amount, nor would he tell me how much it was.
"It is very easy, signor, for you to say: 'Take the body on your shoulders and traverse three or four streets. Signor Geronimo is heavier than you suppose, and I doubt if by the exertion of all my strength I could carry it twenty steps." Simon Turchi took his servant's two hands in his, and said, supplicatingly: "Julio, my friend, be generous; it is not a difficult task for one like yourself.
The suitability of this consummation needn't be pointed out. Even we ourselves, in the irresistible contagion, are going so fast now that we have only time to note in how clever and costly a fashion the Museo Civico, the old Fondaco dei Turchi, has been reconstructed and restored.
And while poor Julio, charged with a double crime, finds no resting-spot upon earth, you will enjoy here in entire security, in the midst of wealth and honor, the price of the innocent blood which you have shed. No, no, I will bring no new anathema on my head." "You are silly, Julio," said Simon Turchi, disdainfully.
Casting upon him a look of fury, Simon Turchi sprang to his feet, clenched his fist, and exclaimed in a rage: "This is too much! Infamous traitor! cowardly rascal! whence do you come? Does hell itself bring you here for the destruction of both of us? Speak, base drunkard, and tell me why you are here! Quick, or I will stretch you dead at my feet. I thirst for your blood."
She had seen the officers at the door, and she seemed to inquire of her father the cause of their presence. She remarked her father's pallor and embarrassment. Simon Turchi looked down, as if in despair. Deodati covered his face with his hands.
The repeated strokes of the knocker resounded through the court-yard where the little door gave entrance into the garden. "Julio, I ask you again," said Turchi, anxiously, "what reliance I may place upon you?" "I will do what I have promised neither more nor less." "Then go open the door. Be guarded in your words, and show no disquietude.
"You are welcome this side of the Alps, Signor Deodati," replied Simon Turchi. "My father often spoke of your mutual friendship. May God grant you prosperity in Brabant!" "I am under many obligations to you, signor," replied the old Deodati, "for the affectionate interest you have shown in my nephew.
I had the courage to stab him while living, and yet I tremble upon approaching the spot where lie his inanimate remains! Away with this childish terror!" However bold his words, the Signor Turchi did not become calm, and his heart beat violently as he again slowly approached the entrance to the cellar.
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