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[Englehart <al...@no...>]

Tavern drinking, gambling, amusing himself, while I am here on burning
coals, almost overpowered by anxiety and terror! Julio, Julio, if I
escape the fate which now threatens me, I will have my revenge for your
ingratitude!" Again he went to the window, and again he was
disappointed. Thoroughly discouraged, he threw himself upon a chair,
heaved a heavy sigh, and after a moment's silence exclaimed in accents
of despair: "Alas! alas! is it then true that my crime cannot remain
concealed? Who was it, to my great misfortune, who sent the Dominican
brother just to the spot to meet Geronimo, and thus furnished the
bailiff with a clue to the murder? Who put the Jewish banker on his
track, so that the constables might be led to my garden? Who suggested
the idea to the bailiff to search the cellars? Was it chance? But chance
is blind, and does not proceed with such precision to the fulfilment of
a purpose. How frightful if God himself conducted justice! if the
Supreme Judge, who cannot be deceived, has condemned me to an infamous
death! How vain then all hope, all effort to escape!" Overpowered by
these reflections, Simon Turchi bowed his head upon his breast; his
hands worked convulsively, and at intervals heart-rending sighs escaped
him. Confusedly arose before him