At one time you did not dislike him; but ever since the fatal night when he was attacked by unknown assassins and wounded in the face, you look upon him with different eyes.

Instead of being grateful to the good Turchi, you comport yourself in such a manner towards him, that I am induced to believe that you hate him." "Hate the Signor Turchi!" exclaimed Mary, as if frightened by the accusation.

"Dear father, do not indulge such a thought." "He is a handsome, dignified gentleman, my child." "Yes, father; he has long been an intimate friend of the Signor Geronimo."[7] Mr.Van de Werve took his daughter's hand, and said, gently: "Geronimo may be finer-looking to a woman's eye; but his future depends upon his uncle's kindness.

He is young and inexperienced, and he possesses nothing himself.
The Signor Turchi, on the contrary, is rich and highly esteemed in the world as partner and administrator of the well-known house of Buonvisi.
Think better of your choice, Mary; satisfy my desires and your brothers': it is not yet too late." Tears filled the eyes of the young girl; she replied, however, with a sweet resignation: "Father, I am your submissive child.

Command, and I will obey without a murmur, and humbly kiss the venerated hand which imposes the painful sacrifice.