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"Mary, Mary Van de Werve!" howled Si sarcasm

"I will renounce her hand and leave for Italy, and never again will I see

a country so fatal to me, to her, to all that I love"

"It is too late--too late You must die!"

"No, no, Simon; in pity to yourself do not imbue your hands in my innocent

blood God sees us; your conscience will torture you; never again will

there be peace for you on earth, and your poor soul will be miserable for

all eternity No, Sih he were crushed, and Julio heard a

sound which seeainst metal

This bloever--if it were a bloas not th of despair, and cried out: "Help! help! Siroan escaped his lips, while, as his voice died away, h

prayed: "My God,the conclusion of this horrible tragedy, Julio retired to the