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But the servant, without saying a word in reply, left the room, closing the door behind him. "Tell me, Julio," asked Turchi, descending the staircase to meet his servant, "is he caught?" "The chair has done its work," replied Julio; "go do yours. Lose no time; he might give an alarm which would betray us. The fear of death gives superhuman strength to a man's lungs.
Let us hope that the bailiff and his officers may be more fortunate than myself, who have only my anxiety and affection to guide me." The words of Simon Turchi effaced the last lingering hope from Mary's heart, and she seated herself, exhausted from previous emotion.
With ten crowns, with the twentieth part of what I am going to throw away in dissipation, she might be saved from misery for more than a year. Why did I not give twenty crowns to my master to send to her? Suppose I return to the factory to execute this good thought? Impossible! Signor Turchi would be enraged; besides, I have no confidence in him.
"She next bewitched all by the delicate naivete and sparkling espieglerie, interchanged with true love pathos, of her duet with Belletti, from Rossini's I Turchi in Italia, the music being in the same voice with that of his 'Barber of Seville. The distinct rapidity, without hurry, of many passages, was remarkable in both performers.
Seating himself on the ground before the arm-chair, with his back turned to the door, Julio began to work with apparent eagerness; and in order to assume a greater air of indifference, he sang snatches of a well-known song. The door opened, and Signor Turchi stood upon the threshold.
Deodati took his hand, and said: "Messire Van Schoonhoven, I am most grateful to you. Excuse me for the remaining longer in your honorable company; but I am indisposed, and I must return home. May God protect you, signor." "And are you going also, Signor Turchi?" asked the bailiff.
It is too early yet for you to do what I wish, and I was wrong to complain of your long absence." The servant, surprised at his master's humble language, regarded him distrustfully. "Is there any danger?" he demanded. Turchi took his hand, and said, piteously: "Alas! Julio, my friend, to-morrow, in all probability, we will be cast, manacled, into a dungeon, there to await an infamous death."
As soon as the people perceived her, loud and long acclamations greeted her; they waved their caps, clapped their hands, rent the air with their cries of joy, and strove to obtain a glance of the angelic features of the beautiful lady and the noble countenance of her husband, who had been so miraculously preserved, by the providence of God, from the hands of his cruel enemy, Simon Turchi. Mr.
Simon Turchi perfectly understood the bailiff's design, and although his heart beat painfully, he mastered his emotion, and said in an indifferent tone: "And you think, Messire Van Schoonhoven, that my garden should be searched in like manner? It is very natural. No one is above the law the knight and the peasant are there equal."
"Speak, Simon," said Mary, anxiously. "Tell us this thought." Signor Turchi cast down his eyes in feigned embarrassment. "Impossible, Mary; it is a secret which I have no right to divulge." "Alas! is even this consolation refused me?" she exclaimed, despairingly. "This is unkind, Simon," said Mr. Van de Werve. "Why do you cheer us up and awaken our curiosity only to cast us down by your silence?
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