The color of the scar had changed with his increasing emotion, and it was of a deep red.

He stood so near the water that his feet touched it, and thus he prevented any one from passing before him and witnessing the tumult of his soul.
Even the peculiar expression of his countenance did not betray the current of his thoughts; but certainly he was preoccupied by no good design, for his whole demeanor bespoke a wild despair and burning jealousy.
For some time he watched in the same attitude the course of the gondola, which drifted with the current, until he saw the oarsmen seize their oars, and he supposed they were about to land.
Then his whole frame shook convulsively under his efforts to control his emotion.

He became exteriorly calm, the scar on his cheek paled, and in an unconcerned manner, with a light step and bright smile, he walked along the wharf to the spot where he supposed the gondola would stop.
Geronimo, who had seen him approaching, sprung upon the bank before the boat was moored, and ran to him with singular haste.

He took his hand, and said in an undertone: "_Ebbene, caro mio Simone ?_ Have you obtained the money, Simon?
My uncle has arrived.

Should he discover that the money-vault lacks so considerable a sum, you and I are both lost.