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Deodati arose also, and looked inquiringly at Turchi

The latter said, hurriedly: "I went to the house of the bailiff; he was not at home He has been sent

for, and he will be here iarden Oh! I have terrible news to co nor

Deodati Unhappy old e?"

"Another misfortune? Speak, Simon, speak," said Deodati, in suppliant

tones, and tre from anxiety

Turchi fell, as if from exhaustion, upon a chair, and said, in a voice

broken by sobs: "No, signor, ask

tidings Alas! alas! who anticipated such a misfortune? My unhappy friend!

my poor Geronimo!"

A torrent of tears fell froed hi extraordinary emotion, he

stammered: "Oh! let me be silent; despair tortures my heart I can tell no one but

the bailiff; he will soon be here If I could but doubt! But no, it is too

true; there is no more hope! May the God of mercy receive his poor soul

into heaven!"

"Of whom do you speak?" exclaimed Deodati "His soul? Whose soul?

Geronimo's?"