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Marie Corelli
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 420 pages of information about Vendetta.
till my vengeance was fulfilled.  Oh, what bitter shafts of agony Ferrari carried in his heart at that moment, I thought.  How he had looked when I said she never cared for him!  Poor wretch!  I pitied him even while I rejoiced at his torture.  He suffered now as I had suffered—­he was duped as I had been duped—­and each quiver of his convulsed face and tormented frame had been fraught with satisfaction to me!  Each moment of his life was now a pang to him.  Well! it would soon be over—­thus far at least I was merciful.  I drew out pens and paper and commenced to write a few last instructions, in case the result of the fight should be fatal to me.  I made them very concise and brief—­I knew, while writing, that they would not be needed.  Still—­for the sake of form I wrote—­and sealing the document, I directed it to the Duke di Marina.  I looked at my watch—­it was past one o’clock and Vincenzo had not yet returned.  I went to the window, and drawing back the curtains, surveyed the exquisitely peaceful scene that lay before me.  The moon was still high and bright—­and her reflection made the waters of the bay appear like a warrior’s coat of mail woven from a thousand glittering links of polished steel.  Here and there, from the masts of anchored brigs and fishing-boats gleamed a few red and green lights burning dimly like fallen and expiring stars.  There was a heavy unnatural silence everywhere—­it oppressed me, and I threw the window wide open for air.  Then came the sound of bells chiming softly.  People passed to and fro with quiet footsteps—­some paused to exchange friendly greetings.  I remembered the day with a sort of pang at my heart.  The night was over, though as yet there was no sign of dawn—­and—­it was Christmas morning!

CHAPTER XXV.

The opening of the room door aroused me from my meditations.  I turned—­to find Vincenzo standing near me, hat in hand—­he had just entered.

“Ebbene!” I said, with a cheerful air—­“what news?”

“Eccellenza, you have been obeyed.  The young Signor Ferrari is now at his studio.”

“You left him there?”

“Yes, eccellenza”—­and Vincenzo proceeded to give me a graphic account of his adventures.  On leaving the banqueting-room, Ferrari had taken a carriage and driven straight to the Villa Romani—­ Vincenzo, unperceived, had swung himself on to the back of the vehicle and had gone also.

“Arriving there,” continued my valet, “he dismissed the fiacre—­and rang the gate-bell furiously six or seven times.  No one answered.  I hid myself among the trees and watched.  There were no lights in the villa windows—­all was darkness.  He rang it again—­he even shook the gate as though he would break it open.  At last the poor Giacomo came, half undressed and holding a lantern in his hand—­he seemed terrified, and trembled so much that the lantern jogged up and down like a corpse-candle on a tomb.

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