Her father brought home a suitor for her; a rich farmer from a
neighboring town. The wedding-day was appointed, and preparations
were making. I got sight of her at her window, and I thought she
looked sadly at me. I determined the match should not take place,
cost what it might. I met her intended bridegroom in the
market-place, and could not restrain the expression of my rage. A
few hot words passed between us, when I drew my stiletto, and
stabbed him to the heart. I fled to a neighboring church for
refuge; and with a little money I obtained absolution; but I did
not dare to venture from my asylum.
At that time our captain was forming his troop. He had known me
from boyhood, and hearing of my situation, came to me in secret,
and made such offers that I agreed to enlist myself among his
followers. Indeed, I had more than once thought of taking to this
mode of life, having known several brave fellows of the
mountains, who used to spend their money freely among us
youngsters of the town. I accordingly left my asylum late one
night, repaired to the appointed place of meeting; took the oaths
prescribed, and became one of the troop. We were for some time in
a distant part of the mountains, and our wild adventurous kind of
life hit my fancy wonderfully, and diverted my thoughts. At
length they returned with all their violence to the recollection
of Rosetta. The solitude in which I often found myself gave me
time to brood over her image, and as I have kept watch at night
over our sleeping camp in the mountains, my feelings have been
roused almost to a fever.
At length we shifted our ground, and determined to make a descent
upon the road between Terracina and Naples. In the course of our
expedition, we passed a day or two in the woody mountains which
rise above Frosinone. I cannot tell you how I felt when I looked
down upon the place, and distinguished the residence of Rosetta.
I determined to have an interview with her; but to what purpose?
I could not expect that she would quit her home, and accompany me
in my hazardous life among the mountains. She had been brought up
too tenderly for that; and when I looked upon the women who were
associated with some of our troop, I could not have borne the
thoughts of her being their companion. All return to my former
life was likewise hopeless; for a price was set upon my head.
Still I determined to see her; the very hazard and fruitlessness
of the thing made me furious to accomplish it.
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