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is not safe on my shoulders How does yours feel?"

But Simon Turchi heeded not this jest He muttered a few indistinct words,

drew his sword, and rushed down the steps to wreak his vengeance on the

unfortunate Geronimo

The servant remained where his master left him, listened to his footsteps

until he heard the door of the fatal rooain

At first no sound reached his ear, but soon he heard Geroni hied this by

the tones of their voices, for he was too far off to distinguish the

words Urged by feeling rather than curiosity, he descended the staircase,

and listened at the door of the room in which so horrible a crime was

about to be co tone: "Dear Sied You, er; at least let me not die without

confession If it be the ten thousand crowns exasperating you, I make you

a present of theain"