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Abellino took her cold hand and pressed it to his lips

"Rosabella," said he, "art thou still mine?"

Rosabella--Flodoardo, oh! that I had never loved, had never seen

thee!

Abellino--Rosabella wilt thou still be the bride of Flodoardo? wilt

thou be "the Bravo's Bride?"

Love struggled with abhorrence in Rosabella's bosom, and painful was

the contest

Abellino--Hear me, beloved one! It was for thee that I have

discovered myself--that I have delivered myself into the hands of

justice For thee--oh, ould I not do for thee! Rosabella, I

wait but to hear one syllable from your lips; speak but a decisive

yes or no, and all is ended Rosabella, dost thou love me still?

And still she answered not; but she threw upon him a look innocent

and tender as ever beael, and that look

betrayed but too plainly that the miscreant was still master of her

heart She turned from him hastily, threw herself into Caive you, e had by this time recovered from his stupor He started

from his chair, threats flashed from his eyes, and his lips trembled