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Roman Bandits.

           Atorrent,whosebedwasdry,ledintoadeepgorge.Vampatookthiswildroad,which,enclosedbetweentworidges,andshadowedbythetuftedumbrageofthepines,seemed,butforthedifficultiesofitsdescent,thatpathtoAvernusofwhichVirgilspeaks.Teresahadbecomealarmedatthewildanddesertedlookoftheplainaroundher,andpressedcloselyagainstherguide,notutteringasyllable;butasshesawhimadvancewithevenstepandcomposedcountenance,sheendeavoredtorepressheremotion.Suddenly,abouttenpacesfromthem,amanadvancedfrombehindatreeandaimedatVampa.—‘Notanotherstep,’hesaid,‘oryouareadeadman.’—‘What,then,’saidVampa,raisinghishandwithagestureofdisdain,whileTeresa,nolongerabletorestrainheralarm,clungcloselytohim,‘dowolvesrendeachother?’—‘Whoareyou?’inquiredthesentinel.—‘IamLuigiVampa,shepherdoftheSan–Felicefarm.’—‘Whatdoyouwant?’—‘IwouldspeakwithyourcompanionswhoareinthegladeatRoccaBianca.’—‘Followme,then,’saidthesentinel;‘or,asyouknowyourway,gofirst.’—Vampasmileddisdainfullyatthisprecautiononthepartofthebandit,wentbeforeTeresa,andcontinuedtoadvancewiththesamefirmandeasystepasbefore.Attheendoftenminutesthebanditmadethemasigntostop.Thetwoyoungpersonsobeyed.Thenthebanditthriceimitatedthecryofacrow;acroakansweredthissignal.—‘Good!’saidthesentry,‘youmaynowgoon.

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