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Updated: June 16, 2025
When they reached the grand square, the chair was removed from the wagon. The executioners lighted a slow fire, which they kept alive with wood, but in such a manner that the flames should not rise too high, but sufficed to roast slowly the unhappy Turchi. The priest remained as near to him as the heat permitted, and frequently said to him: "'Simon, this is the hour for repentance!
He ran by his servant without speaking to him, ascended the staircase, and having reached his room he threw himself panting upon a chair. Julio, who had followed him, placed himself before him, and asked: "Well, signor, is the deed accomplished?" "It is; let me take breath," said Turchi, breathing heavily.
Give no names; but at least give us some idea of the reasons we have for hope." Simon Turchi shrugged his shoulders. "Ah, signor," said Deodati, reproachfully, "you are ungenerous. This morning before 'Change you were about to confide the secret to me, when you were interrupted by the approach of friends. Tell it to me now."
Turchi continued: "'Signor Geronimo! I exclaimed, in terror. 'Have you killed my poor friend? "'Yes, I put to death Signor Geronimo. I needed money to spend at the taverns, and you would not give it to me. I killed him in order to get the money he might have about him. Adieu!
The young gentleman, wholly ignorant of the danger which threatened him, was thinking of his unhappy friend, Simon Turchi, overpowered by a heart sorrow, tossing on a bed of suffering, while he was on his way to serenade his beloved Mary.
Turchi trembled and turned pale; but as the unexpected announcement of the bailiff had startled the others, his emotion was not attributed to terror. "For the love of God be calm, gentlemen, and do not anticipate too much.
Old Deodati, without being aware of it, had drawn his sword from the scabbard as if he were about to pierce Turchi to the heart; but he was restrained by a look of severity from the bailiff, although he continued playing with the hilt, and muttering in an undertone menaces against the murderer.
If he receives any communication of consequence he will come himself to impart it to us. I hear the clock strike five. Signor Turchi will soon be here." During this explanation Mary remained immovable her eyes cast down. She had probably heard only confusedly what had just been said, for her thoughts were evidently far away.
"No, signor; I wish to see you concerning an affair which, although not serious, necessitates a conversation with you. I would have spoken to you on this subject this evening when at Mr. Van de Werve's, but the place was inappropriate to such discussions." "Return then with me," stammered Turchi, with ill-disguised anxiety. "Where were you going, signor?" said the bailiff.
There Julio put the lamp upon the ground and extinguished it. The lock grated as the key turned; the door was opened and closed, and Simon Turchi and his servant disappeared in the dark and solitary street. A black shadow gliding like an almost impalpable spot, might be seen moving along the street of Saint John. Thick clouds covered the sky. Not a star was visible.
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