The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-04-29
"His life? Tell mel"

is trembling with desire. Become
mine! had purposed in Nice to give
you a very cruel death for what you
had to do with my brothers killing,
but when | saw your beauties and
knew that the little child had once
seen had grown into Venus, but no
marble one, to myself | said: 'Corpo di
Baccho, tbs in the blood of the DANIEL
las to love this woman. am enamored
of her as wildly as poor dead Musso
'Tis medieval idea; instead of Stay
ing her, I'll have revenge in winning
her-against herself. the wife-also
against the husband"
Not against Edwin! You have no
cause of hate against him"
"Vendettas are caused by love as
we'll as hate! He dares to call you
wife. Each moment my eye rests upon
you increases thy sweetness to me.
You are Corsican-so am mo for
eigner should stand between US
Holy Virgin, you expect me to love
your" stammers the girl
TO this he answers with Machiavel-
liam subtlety: "Of course not now,
but that may come in time. At pres
ent you love Edwin! Because of this
devoted love-to save this gentleman
you adore-you give yourself to me-"
At his hideous mathematics the
girl utters a cry of horror.
IF you would save the life of this
Englishman whom l should dispatch
by my oath of the vendetta, at once
your kisses.
would Edwin wish to live, his wife
untrue? Monster!" Marinas face
blazes with shame
"Oh, no, not monster; simply a
man who has gone crazy for thee.
Understand, if you are mine, the man
in that tower lives. Tonight on the
vessel that is anchored here, I'll bear
you away to some far distant isle of
I Greece"
my husband would follow us for
ever!"
Not if he knew you were faithless
'Tis not their English way. A woman
who is dishonored is no more to them
than a tainted orange"
"Dishonored in his eyes? Never"
cries the girl. I'D sooner you killed
him-sooner you killed me, much! I'm
in your power: Pm alone here, help
less in your hands. Kill me- Let my
darling 60"
AS Danella has clutched her, the old
neck fastenings of the ancient gown
have given way; she plucks it's laces
further apart over her dazzling bosom
and begs: Bury your stiletto here,
but spare my husband"
Her pose only makes her the more
alluring to his devouring eyes.
What, kill the being | adore!"
shudders Cipriano. 81 have no stiletto
and have taken care no knife is near
your desperate hands, my lady. Be
sides, I'll never let you go. If you will
not leave your husband as his wife,
leave him as his widow"
Here, Enrico!' he calls.
The young cavalier with the scar
above his eyebrow comes onto the
veranda and says: MY uncle, honor
thee you have decided to give this
woman death?"
mo; life-life and love! and death
to those who stand between me anG
her, The torch to the lone orange
tree in the center of the lawn--you
placed the fuse-when | give the sig
nal to you, light it,
sHe will be blown to atoms?'
screams the girl.
Certainly, then ypu are free te
marry me and can say your prayers
with good conscience!" laughs tho
count.
My uncle, / am bound to your
orders by the oath of the vendetta anc
thy promise to pay my gambling debts
and make me rich again. said the
young man. Enrico passes from tks
verandah and Marina sees the fam,
of the torch moving to the orange tree
, She raises her voice and shrieks will
all her force: Edwin, my husband
you have only minute to save you
life. In some way, descend from TIL,
tower. They are going to blow it up.
And a cry comes to her: My wife
impossible!"
And over it are frantic curses from
the American detective, and the voic
OF old Tomasso, croning: st is the
Will of the Deyil!"
, Marina shouts: Il can only give vol
LIE by being this devil's."
The answer of the young sailo
comes, calm as the voice of an Englisl
officer should be facing death: mo
at that price, darling. Don't think o
met"
Then the tortured girl begins tt
wiring her hands aud sob as she see
, the men in the tower struggling tt
break out, struggling as men in tn,
turret of sinking battleship TIL,
, race she adores is before her in it,
death agony--the weird music iron
the sea comes family to her, telling O
Woman's devotion, for the barbara
ballads have been selected with un
canny subtlety. For one dread me
ment, Marina wildly thinks: "Ill saw
!, my EdWin's life-then III keep mysel
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