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Portrait of Fergus Hume Fergus Hume Hagar of the Pawnshop (Canadian Magazine… (1897-98)

At the door of the poor house where she lived with her lover she stopped, and faced Bardi with a resolute air.
"Pietro is within," she said, hurriedly, "ill in bed; but I shan't take you to him unless you swear that you intend him no harm."
"I swear by this crucifix!" said Bardi, thinking of it as a dagger and not as a cross.
"Have you a knife on you?" demanded Gemma, still doubtful.
"No," smiled Bardi, thinking how the old Fiesole tragedy was repeating itself. "I have nothing with me but this crucifix." Then, as she still seemed dubious, he added: "You can see for yourself if you like."
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Portrait of Fergus Hume Fergus Hume Hagar of the Pawnshop (Canadian Magazine… (1897-98)

In that desolate and forsaken square, where the grass sprang greenly betwixt worn stones, Gemma, in the gay colours of her Neapolitan garb, stood grinding Italian melodies out of the organ. Pietro was not with her, and Carlino wondered for a moment if he had deserted her, now that the moneys obtained for the silver crucifix were expended.
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Portrait of Fergus Hume Fergus Hume Hagar of the Pawnshop (Canadian Magazine… (1897-98)

Whether they knew, or did not know, that he was tracking them, Bardi could not say; but certainly at many times when just within his reach they would elude him in the most exasperating fashion. Anyone less bent upon revenge would have given up the task; but, sustained by undying hatred, Carlino followed the weary trail with the persistence of a bloodhound. As soon might the twain expect to escape death as to elude the betrayed husband, the deceived friend.
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