You need not shake your fist at me, nor get into a passion; it will do no good." The disrespectful language of his servant wounded and provoked Turchi; but perhaps seeing how useless it was to give expression to his feelings, he suddenly changed his manner.

Tears filled his eyes; grief was depicted upon his countenance, and seating himself, he sighed and said: "Forgive me, Julio, for my harsh words; they were spoken in impatience.

It is too early yet for you to do what I wish, and I was wrong to complain of your long absence." The servant, surprised at his master's humble language, regarded him distrustfully.
"Is there any danger ?" he demanded.
Turchi took his hand, and said, piteously: "Alas! Julio, my friend, to-morrow, in all probability, we will be cast, manacled, into a dungeon, there to await an infamous death." "Is it not your own fear, signor, which inspires such a thought ?" asked Julio, trembling.
"No; I have heard a terrible piece of news.

Geronimo was seen in the Quarter of the Jews, and he was met going towards the Hospital Grounds.
The bailiff has determined to search to-morrow morning all the cellars in that vicinity, and even to dig the ground on the spot where my garden lies.

The police agents are to proceed at daybreak to the Hospital meadows, and as they cannot fail to remark that the earth has been newly turned up, they will certainly discover what they seek.