eal for the
present the ruined condition of my affairs; Mary did not appear
indifferent to me, and Geronimo being out of the way, I was certain of
succeeding with her in the course of time. I would in that case become
rich and powerful; her dowry would be sufficient to save me from poverty
and a humiliating discovery. Alas! why do the people accuse the
magistrates of want of zeal? Things more surprising than the
disappearance of Geronimo have happened lately without any disturbance
among the populace. It was the public feeling that forced the bailiff to
make extraordinary efforts to discover what had become of him; it will be
the cause of my destruction! Can there be a mysterious impulse to this
unwonted excitement of the multitude? Vainly then would I struggle to
escape! Would it not be God himself pursuing me?"

The recurrence of this thought struck terror to the soul of Simon Turchi,
and he buried his head in his hands. Suddenly he started up, and although
his lips twitched convulsively, he said, in a firm, strong voice:

"Ah! ah! fatality is a spur which inspires the most cowardly with coinage.
Avaunt, foolish fears! I must struggle on to the end. The bailiff seeks a
corpse; he pledges his honor to discover one. Let him find it! Suppose he
should find it elsewhere than in my summer-house? in a sewer, for example?
Ah! anxiety had clouded my mind! Still, still, I have means for triumph!
Oh, if Julio-would come! Could I only imagine in what tavern the rascal is
gambling, I would send Bernardo for him."

Saying these words, he approached the window and looked out.

"There comes the loiterer! He walks as composedly as if nothing weighed
upon his conscience! He cares not for the preservation of my honor and my
life; since the death of Geronimo he hates and despises me. I must appear
angry and indignant, for should he suspect the fear and anxiety torturing
my soul, he would be insolent, and perhaps would laugh at my anguish."

As Julio approached the house, Simon attracted his attention by loud
talking, and having succeeded in this, he made signs of his impatience and
anger until Julio reached the door. He then closed the window, and
assuming an expression of rage he turned to meet his servant.

When Julio on entering saw his master standing with folded arms and
menacing countenance, a slight and ironical smile flitted across his face.

"Wretch!" exclaimed Simon, "did I not order you to await me here after
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