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Chapter 12

           “Linda!PoorLinda!Itremble!IshalldieoffearbeforemypoorsisterLinda,betrothedto-daytoGiovannimylover!Giovanni,youmusthavebeenmad!Icannotunderstandyou!Youarenotlikeothermen!IwillnotgiveyouupneveronlytoGodhimself!Butwhyhaveyoudonethisblind,mad,cruel,frightfulthing?”

           Released,shehungherhead,letfallherhands.Thealtar-cloth,asiftossedbyagreatwind,layfarawayfromthem,gleamingwhiteontheblackground.

           “Fromfearoflosingmyhopeofyou,”saidNostromo.

           “Youknewthatyouhadmysoul!Youknoweverything!Itwasmadeforyou!Butwhatcouldstandbetweenyouandme?What?Tellme!”sherepeated,withoutimpatience,insuperbassurance.

           “Yourdeadmother,”hesaid,verylow.

           “Ah!...Poormother!Shehasalways...Sheisasaintinheavennow,andIcannotgiveyouuptoher.No,Giovanni.OnlytoGodalone.Youweremadbutitisdone.Oh!whathaveyoudone?Giovanni,mybeloved,mylife,mymaster,donotleavemehereinthisgraveofclouds.Youcannotleavemenow.Youmusttakemeawayatoncethisinstantinthelittleboat.Giovanni,carrymeoffto-night,frommyfearofLinda’seyes,beforeIhavetolookatheragain.”

           Shenestledclosetohim.TheslaveoftheSanTomesilverfelttheweightasofchainsuponhislimbs,apressureasofacoldhanduponhislips.Hestruggledagainstthespell.

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