I plunged the keen bright blade deep through her soft white flesh--her lover cried out in agony--her heart's blood welled up in a crimson tide, staining with a bright hue the white garments she wore; she flung up her arms--she sank back on her pillows--dead.

I drew the knife from her body, and with it cut the bonds of the Venetian boy.

I then gave it to him.
"'Take it as a remembrance of her,' I said.

'In a month she would have betrayed you as she betrayed me.'" "He raged like a madman.

He rushed out and called the gendarmes.