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In the tu in the well of the

judges' horse-shoe table The deaf old woing her hands and crying "God will think of

this," she said The Garibaldian was gazing vacantly out of his rheu Ro at the letter, which she had picked up from the floor

"Mr President," she cried over the heads of the others, "this letter is

not in Mr Rossi's handwriting It is a forgery I am ready to prove

it"

At that es that

all was over

"Gone!" said one after another, more often with a motion of the itated "This court stands adjourned," he

said, "but I take the Alhty to witness that I intend to ascertain all

responsibility in this case and to bring it houilty ones,

whosoever and whatsoever they may be"

XVIII

"MY DEAR DAVID ROSSI,--You will know all about it before this

letter reaches you It is one of those scandals of the law that

are telegraphed to every part of the civilised world Poor Bruno!

Yet no, not poor--great, glorious, heroic Bruno! He ended like an

old Roman, and killed himself rather than betray his friend When

they played upon his jealousy, and te live David Rossi!' and died Oh, it was

wonderful The memory of that thening hand of God I never knew until

to-day what human nature is capable of It is divine

"But how h