"Then you shall know. I will tell you everything," she answered. "When
I returned here fresh from the convent-school, with unformed girlish
ideas, I fancied that the King had slighted my family, one of the oldest
in Tuscany, and, finding myself possessor of this place and my father's
fortune, became imbued with a deep, implacable hatred of the monarchy.
I lived here with a maiden aunt, took sides with the Republicans, and
was induced to secretly join a league of desperate malefactors who had
in view the establishment of the long-dreamed-of republic in Italy. In
my youthful ignorance, I knew nothing of the means by which they
intended to accomplish their object, for their action seemed confined in
daubing in black paint upon the walls and pavements of the principal
cities such as `Down with the royal robbers! Long live the Republic!'
In every town where elections took place the ominous writing on the wall
appeared, but the authorities were never able to detect its mysterious
authors. With old Lady Marshfield, whose eccentric support of all sorts
of wild schemes is well known, and who lived in Florence at that time, I
joined this secret league at a meeting held in a house on the Passeggio
in Livorno, only a few doors from where I lived when we spent so many
sunny hours together. A month later, however, at a reception one night
at the British Embassy at Rome, I found myself chatting with the Marquis
Montelupo, His Majesty's Minister for Foreign Affairs. Having obtained
my sanction, he next day called upon me; but his attitude had changed,
for he accused me of being one of the ringleaders of this mysterious
gang, and declared that he would order my arrest if I did not consent to
become a spy in the service of the Ministry. He saw, I suppose, that I
was young, attractive, and could possibly obtain knowledge of certain
secrets which would be of use to him. In vain I pleaded, even upon my
knees, but he was obdurate. He intended, he said, to stamp anarchism
out of Italy, and told me that to avoid imprisonment and disgrace I must
furnish complete reports of the intentions and doings of my associates.
At last--well, at last I was forced to consent."
"You became a spy?"
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