It is only the iron self-restraint that I possess which prevented me from slaying him on the spot.

But poor Santa Bianca! My gentle and accomplished Angora.

He has killed her.

I can scarcely raise my head through grief." Lola put her great arm round the little man's neck and patted him like a child, while he sobbed as if his heart would break.
When he recovered he gave us the details of the tragic end of Santa Bianca, and wound up by calling down the most ingeniously complicated and passionate curses on the head of the murderer.

Lola Brandt strove to pacify him.
"We all have our sorrows, Anastasius.