"Nothing--nothing whatever. As we saw the body under the city gateway,
when the men who found it brought it in, there was not the smallest
trace of violence visible. She lay as if, save for the deadly pallor of
her face, she might have been still sleeping. And I am most anxious for
the medical examination of the body. It may be that they will be able to
discover that death was produced by some natural cause."
"Surely that is the most likely. Had any robbery been committed?" asked
Paolina thoughtfully.
"None--none whatever; and she had valuables exposed on her person which
were untouched. This is one of the worst circumstances against me; as it
excludes the idea of the dead having been done by common malefactors for
the sake of plunder."
"And no marks of violence? It must have been a natural death; such
things do happen. I remember hearing of a case-"
"I must go, darling; I must leave you. I must hasten to the Palazzo del
Governo to make my statement of what has occurred. It is hard to leave
you, my Paolina--very hard to leave you, not knowing when or under what
circumstances I am likely to see you again."
"Ludovico, see me again!" shrieked the girl, as a new and dreadful idea
presented itself for the first time to her mind; "why--you will come to
me when you have spoken to the magistrates; you will tell me what they
say."
"I fear me, Paolina, that it will not be in my power to do that,"
returned Ludovico, with a melancholy smile. "Should they leave me at
liberty, of course I shall fly to you on the instant they dismiss me.
But, you must not expect that, my love. I shall be detained doubtless,
until--until the truth has been discovered respecting this horrible
tragedy. One kiss my own, own darling before we part."
She sprang into his opened arms with a bound; almost before the words
had quitted his lips, and clasped him to her heart with all the strength
she could exert. Then drawing herself a little back, and placing her two
little hands on the front of his shoulders; she said, speaking with
breathless hurry,--"See now, my love, my only love. You must remember
all the time, that there is no hour of the day or night that I shall not
be thinking of you, and loving you all the time, always, always. And
remember, that if all the whole world says that you did this thing, I
shall still know that it was as impossible as that I did it myself.
Remember that always, my best beloved."
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