If there were not a brighter, reverse side, I would have considered the confidence of my friend sacred, and guarded his secret until death.

Up to this time we all feared, nay, considered it certain, that Geronimo had fallen under the assassin's steel.

Now I begin to think that, in order to escape his uncle's anger, he has left the city and country." "Impossible!" exclaimed Mr.Van de Werve.
"Impossible ?" repeated Turchi, "he would have gone ere this, had I not persuaded him that he would obtain his uncle's pardon.

Even on the day of your arrival, Signor Deodati, when Geronimo met me in the dock-yard on the bank of the Scheldt, he begged me to inquire for an English vessel which would leave on that or the next day, and secretly to engage his passage on board.

You may well know that I combated this foolish project, and I left him only when he promised me to abandon the idea." "Could he so lightly sacrifice my daughter's love ?" said Mr.Van de Werve.
"Were his expressions of affection for her only hypocrisy?
No, no; nothing can induce me to believe that." "His love was real," replied Turchi, "and its very depth, perhaps, blinded his judgment.