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But the nurse, was she gone also? He made the house resound with the name of Gionetta, but there was not even an echo to reply. He resolved to repair at once to the abode of Zicci. On arriving at the palace of the Corsican, he was informed that the signor was gone to the banquet of the Prince di , and would not return until late.
"Tempt me not to thine own danger, perhaps destruction," exclaimed Zicci, in faltering accents; "thou canst not dream of what thou wouldest demand. Come," and, advancing, he wound his arm round her waist, "come, Isabel! Believe at least in my friendship, my protection " "And not thy love," said the Italian, turning on him her hurried and reproachful eyes.
Glyndon left word at his hotel that if Signor Zicci sought him, it was in the neighborhood of the once celebrated watering-place of the ancients that he should be found.
Zicci gave the rein to his horse; it sprang forward with a bound; the sparks flew from its hoofs, and horse and rider disappeared amidst the shadows of the street whence they had emerged. Merton was surprised to see his friend by his side, a minute after they had parted. "What business can you have with Zicci? Will you not confide in me?" "Merton, do not ask me to-night; I am in a dream."
But a truce with this: I loved your grandsire; I would save the last of his race. Oppose not thyself to Zicci. Oppose not thyself to thine evil passions. Draw back from the precipice while there is yet time. In thy front and in thine eyes I detect some of that diviner glory which belonged to thy race.
"All stratagems fair in love, as in war. Of course you profited by my defeat, and did not content yourself with leaving the little actress at her threshold?" "She is Diana for me," answered Zicci, lightly; "whoever wins the wreath will not find a flower faded." "And now you would cast for her, well; but they tell me you are ever a sure player." "Let Signor Mascari cast for us." "Be it so.
"And what, if I may venture to ask, may be the cause which brings such affliction on the fair dames of Naples?" "It is the approaching death of one who honored me with most loyal friendship," replied Zicci, gravely. "Let us not speak of it, Grief cannot put back the dial.
Zicci hath performed his task he is wanted no more; the perfecter of his work is at thy side. He comes I hear the dash of the oar. You will have your choice submitted to you. According as you decide, we shall meet again." With these words the stranger moved slowly away, and disappeared beneath the shadow of the cliffs.
"Yes, he is the celebrated Signor Zicci, about whom the court has run mad. They say he is so rich, oh, so much richer than any of the Inglese! But a bird in the hand, my angel, is better than " "Cease," interrupted the young actress. "Zicci! Speak of the Englishman no more."
The room was small; a few phials and some dried herbs were ranged in shelves on the wall, which was hung with snow-white cloth of coarse texture. From the shelves Zicci selected one of the phials, and poured the contents into a crystal cup. The liquid was colorless, and sparkled rapidly up in bubbles of light; it almost seemed to evaporate ere it reached his lips.
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