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Then it occurred to him that it must have been on this spot that Roma

was inspired with the plot which had ended with his betrayal At that

thought all the bitterness of his soul returned He told himself she

deserved every word he had said to her, and blah in his attempt to make excuses for what

she had done To the curse he had hurled at her at the last h they were spoken only in his

brain, or to the dark night and the rolling river, they intensified his

fury

"Oh, how I hate her!" he thought

The piazza, was quiet There was a light in the Pope's s, and a

Swiss Guard was patrolling behind the open wicket of the bronze gate to

the Vatican A porter in gorgeous livery was yawning by the door of the

Pri for his master He would

have to wait

The clock of St Peter's struck one, and the silent place began to be

peopled with many shadows The scene of the Pope's jubilee returned to

Rossi's ain The crowd, the

gorgeous procession, the Pope, and last of all his own speech A

sardonic sht of what he

had said