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The servant reeled under the influence of liquor His cheeks were flushed,

his eyes wandering, and while the sreeable surprise at the presence of his er He held in his hand a small wheaten

loaf, but he hid it hastily under his doublet as if unwilling for Turchi

to see it

Casting upon hi to his feet, clenched

his fist, and exclaie: "This is too much! Infamous traitor! cowardly rascal! whence do you co you here for the destruction of both of us? Speak,

base drunkard, and tell me why you are here! Quick, or I will stretch you

dead at my feet I thirst for your blood"

Julio drew his knife from the scabbard and stammered, in a voice

indistinct froood wine has dulled my senses You want to

kill me? It would be very fortunate for one of us to die here--the

executioner would have less work But which of us must first render our

account before the supreer will decide

I am ready"