I can tell nothing, particularly to you, Signor Deodati.

Unhappy old man! Why did God reserve such a trial for your old age ?" "Another misfortune?
Speak, Simon, speak," said Deodati, in suppliant tones, and trembling from anxiety.
Turchi fell, as if from exhaustion, upon a chair, and said, in a voice broken by sobs: "No, signor, ask me nothing; I could not break your heart by such stunning tidings.

Alas! alas! who anticipated such a misfortune?
My unhappy friend! my poor Geronimo!" A torrent of tears fell from his eyes, and while Deodati and Mr.Van de Werve begged him to tell the cause of big extraordinary emotion, he stammered: "Oh! let me be silent; despair tortures my heart.

I can tell no one but the bailiff; he will soon be here.

If I could but doubt! But no, it is too true; there is no more hope! May the God of mercy receive his poor soul into heaven!" "Of whom do you speak ?" exclaimed Deodati.