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       The night came, and when everyone had gone to bed and the town was quiet, I said to Andrea, 'Wait for me here, and if I do not come back in two hours you will know—'

      He interrupted me.

      'I am coming with you.'

      'Nonsense!' I said. 'I don't know what danger there may be, and there is no object in your exposing yourself to it.'

      'Where you go I will go too.'

      I argued with him, but he was an obstinate youth.

      We walked along the dark streets, running like thieves round corners when we heard the heavy footsteps of the watch. The Palazzo Aste was all dark; we waited outside a little while, but no one came, and I dared not knock. Then I remembered the side door. I still had the key, and I took it from my pocket.

      'Wait outside,' I said to Andrea.

      'No, I am coming with you.'

      'Perhaps there is an ambush.'

      'Two are more likely to escape than one.'

      I put the key in the lock, and as I did so my heart beat and my hand trembled, but not with fear. The key turned, and I pushed the door open. We entered and walked up the stairs. Sensations which I had forgotten crowded upon me, and my heart turned sick.... We came to an ante-room dimly lit. I signed Andrea to wait, and myself passed into the room I knew too well. It was that in which I had last seen Giulia—the Giulia I had loved—and nothing was altered in it. The same couch stood in the centre, and on it lay Giulia, sleeping. She started up.

      'Filippo!'

      'At your service, madam.'

      'Lucia recognised you in the street yesterday, and she followed you to the house in which you are staying.'

      'Yes.'

      'My father sent me a message that you were still here, and if I wanted help would give it me.'

      'I will do whatever I can for you.'

      What a fool I was to come. My head was in a whirl, my heart was bursting. My God! she was beautiful! I looked at her, and suddenly I knew that all the dreary indifference I had built up had melted away at the first look into her eyes. And I was terrified.... My love was not dead; it was alive, alive! Oh, how I adored that woman! I burned to take her in my arms and cover her soft mouth with kisses.

      Oh, why had I come? I was mad. I cursed my weakness.... And, when I saw her standing there, cold and indifferent as ever, I felt so furious a rage within me that I could have killed her. And I felt sick with love....

      'Messer Filippo,' she said, 'will you help me now? I have been warned by one of the Countess's women that the guard have orders to arrest me to-morrow; and I know what the daughter of Bartolomeo Moratini may expect. I must fly to-night—at once.'

      'I will help you,' I answered.

      'What shall I do?'

      'I can disguise you as a common woman. The mother of my friend Andrea will lend you clothes; and Andrea and I will accompany you. Or, if you prefer, after we have safely passed the gates, he shall accompany you alone wherever you wish to go.'

      'Why will you not come?'

      'I feared my presence would make the journey more tedious to you.'

      'And to you?'

      'To me it would be a matter of complete indifference.'

      She looked at me a moment, then she cried,—

      'No, I will not come!'

      'Why not?'

      'Because you hate me.'

      I shrugged my shoulders.

      'I should have thought my sentiments were of no consequence.'

      'I will not be helped by you. You hate me too much. I will stay in Forli.'

      'You are your own mistress.... Why do you mind?'

      'Why do I mind? Shall I tell you?' She came close up to me. 'Because—because I love you.'

      My head swam, and I felt myself stagger.... I did not know what was happening.

      'Filippo!'

      'Giulia!'

      I opened my arms, and she fell into them, and I held her close to my heart, and I covered her with kisses.... I covered her mouth and eyes and neck with kisses.

      'Giulia! Giulia!'

      But I wrenched myself away, and taking hold of her shoulders, said almost savagely.

      'But this time I must have you altogether. Swear that you will—'

      She lifted her sweet face and smiled, and nestling close up to me, whispered,—

      'Will you marry me?'

      I kissed her.

      'I loved you always,' I said. 'I tried to hate you, but I could not.'

      'Do you remember that night at the Palace? You said you had never cared for me.'

      'Ah, yes! but you did not believe me.'

      'I felt it was not true, but I did not know; and it pained me. And then Claudia—'

      'I was so angry with you, I would have done anything to revenge myself; but still I loved you.'

      'But, Claudia—you loved her too?'

      'No,' СКАЧАТЬ