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Linda
Viola
stood
up
suddenly
with
a
finger
on
her
lip
.
He
loved
neither
her
nor
her
sister
.
The
whole
thing
seemed
so
objectless
as
to
frighten
her
,
and
also
give
her
some
hope
.
Why
did
he
not
carry
her
off
?
What
prevented
him
?
He
was
incomprehensible
.
What
were
they
waiting
for
?
For
what
end
were
these
two
lying
and
deceiving
?
Not
for
the
ends
of
their
love
.
There
was
no
such
thing
.
The
hope
of
regaining
him
for
herself
made
her
break
her
vow
of
not
leaving
the
tower
that
night
.
She
must
talk
at
once
to
her
father
,
who
was
wise
,
and
would
understand
.
She
ran
down
the
spiral
stairs
.
At
the
moment
of
opening
the
door
at
the
bottom
she
heard
the
sound
of
the
first
shot
ever
fired
on
the
Great
Isabel
.
She
felt
a
shock
,
as
though
the
bullet
had
struck
her
breast
.
She
ran
on
without
pausing
.
The
cottage
was
dark
.
She
cried
at
the
door
,
"
Giselle
!
Giselle
!
"
then
dashed
round
the
corner
and
screamed
her
sister
's
name
at
the
open
window
,
without
getting
an
answer
;
but
as
she
was
rushing
,
distracted
,
round
the
house
,
Giselle
came
out
of
the
door
,
and
darted
past
her
,
running
silently
,
her
hair
loose
,
and
her
eyes
staring
straight
ahead
.
She
seemed
to
skim
along
the
grass
as
if
on
tiptoe
,
and
vanished
.
Linda
walked
on
slowly
,
with
her
arms
stretched
out
before
her
.
All
was
still
on
the
island
;
she
did
not
know
where
she
was
going
.
The
tree
under
which
Martin
Decoud
spent
his
last
days
,
beholding
life
like
a
succession
of
senseless
images
,
threw
a
large
blotch
of
black
shade
upon
the
grass
.
Suddenly
she
saw
her
father
,
standing
quietly
all
alone
in
the
moonlight
.
The
Garibaldino
--
big
,
erect
,
with
his
snow-white
hair
and
beard
--
had
a
monumental
repose
in
his
immobility
,
leaning
upon
a
rifle
.
She
put
her
hand
upon
his
arm
lightly
.
He
never
stirred
.
"
What
have
you
done
?
"
she
asked
,
in
her
ordinary
voice
.
"
I
have
shot
Ramirez
--
infame
!
"
he
answered
,
with
his
eyes
directed
to
where
the
shade
was
blackest
.
"
Like
a
thief
he
came
,
and
like
a
thief
he
fell
.
The
child
had
to
be
protected
.
"
He
did
not
offer
to
move
an
inch
,
to
advance
a
single
step
.
He
stood
there
,
rugged
and
unstirring
,
like
a
statue
of
an
old
man
guarding
the
honour
of
his
house
.
Linda
removed
her
trembling
hand
from
his
arm
,
firm
and
steady
like
an
arm
of
stone
,
and
,
without
a
word
,
entered
the
blackness
of
the
shade
.
She
saw
a
stir
of
formless
shapes
on
the
ground
,
and
stopped
short
.
A
murmur
of
despair
and
tears
grew
louder
to
her
strained
hearing
.
"
I
entreated
you
not
to
come
to-night
.
Oh
,
my
Giovanni
!
And
you
promised
.
Oh
!
Why
--
why
did
you
come
,
Giovanni
?
"
It
was
her
sister
's
voice
.
It
broke
on
a
heartrending
sob
.
