He trembled in every limb, and his breast heaved with sighs of anguish.

Every expectation of escape by flight, or by making an appeal for pardon, vanished as he beheld the indignant expression of the bailiff.
Mary at last recovered from the faint into which she had fallen.

She looked around her in surprise, as if ignorant of what had happened; but when Geronimo's voice fell in joyous accents on her ear, a bright smile irradiated her countenance, and she exclaimed: "It is not a dream! He lives! I see him once more! Geronimo! Geronimo!" The young noble was too overpowered to do more than call the name of his beloved.
Only a few minutes had elapsed since Geronimo's entrance; all were too much moved to express their surprise in words.

But the bailiff resolved to put an end to this harrowing scene by the performance of a painful duty.
He said, in an imperative manner: "Signor Geronimo, be pleased to interrupt for a moment the expression of your happiness.

By the authority of the law I ask you what has happened, and why you stigmatize the Signor Turchi as an assassin.