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"
A
treasure
of
silver
!
"
she
stammered
out
.
Then
pressed
on
faster
:
"
What
?
Where
?
How
did
you
get
it
,
Giovanni
?
"
He
wrestled
with
the
spell
of
captivity
.
It
was
as
if
striking
a
heroic
blow
that
he
burst
out
--
"
Like
a
thief
!
"
The
densest
blackness
of
the
Placid
Gulf
seemed
to
fall
upon
his
head
.
He
could
not
see
her
now
.
She
had
vanished
into
a
long
,
obscure
abysmal
silence
,
whence
her
voice
came
back
to
him
after
a
time
with
a
faint
glimmer
,
which
was
her
face
.
"
I
love
you
!
I
love
you
!
"
These
words
gave
him
an
unwonted
sense
of
freedom
;
they
cast
a
spell
stronger
than
the
accursed
spell
of
the
treasure
;
they
changed
his
weary
subjection
to
that
dead
thing
into
an
exulting
conviction
of
his
power
.
He
would
cherish
her
,
he
said
,
in
a
splendour
as
great
as
Dona
Emilia
's
.
The
rich
lived
on
wealth
stolen
from
the
people
,
but
he
had
taken
from
the
rich
nothing
--
nothing
that
was
not
lost
to
them
already
by
their
folly
and
their
betrayal
.
For
he
had
been
betrayed
--
he
said
--
deceived
,
tempted
.
She
believed
him
...
He
had
kept
the
treasure
for
purposes
of
revenge
;
but
now
he
cared
nothing
for
it
.
He
cared
only
for
her
.
He
would
put
her
beauty
in
a
palace
on
a
hill
crowned
with
olive
trees
--
a
white
palace
above
a
blue
sea
.
He
would
keep
her
there
like
a
jewel
in
a
casket
.
He
would
get
land
for
her
--
her
own
land
fertile
with
vines
and
corn
--
to
set
her
little
feet
upon
.
He
kissed
them
...
He
had
already
paid
for
it
all
with
the
soul
of
a
woman
and
the
life
of
a
man
...
The
Capataz
de
Cargadores
tasted
the
supreme
intoxication
of
his
generosity
.
He
flung
the
mastered
treasure
superbly
at
her
feet
in
the
impenetrable
darkness
of
the
gulf
,
in
the
darkness
defying
--
as
men
said
--
the
knowledge
of
God
and
the
wit
of
the
devil
.
But
she
must
let
him
grow
rich
first
--
he
warned
her
.
She
listened
as
if
in
a
trance
.
Her
fingers
stirred
in
his
hair
.
He
got
up
from
his
knees
reeling
,
weak
,
empty
,
as
though
he
had
flung
his
soul
away
.
"
Make
haste
,
then
,
"
she
said
.
"
Make
haste
,
Giovanni
,
my
lover
,
my
master
,
for
I
will
give
thee
up
to
no
one
but
God
.
And
I
am
afraid
of
Linda
.
"
He
guessed
at
her
shudder
,
and
swore
to
do
his
best
.
He
trusted
the
courage
of
her
love
.
She
promised
to
be
brave
in
order
to
be
loved
always
--
far
away
in
a
white
palace
upon
a
hill
above
a
blue
sea
.
Then
with
a
timid
,
tentative
eagerness
she
murmured
--
