May Heaven hear my prayer and reward you on the day of judgment for all the good I may have done in my life.

The light blinded me; I could not see.

Are you not Julio ?" This recognition struck Geronimo with terror, and in a feeble and discouraged voice he said: "Julio, Julio, you pushed me into the chair!" Then seeing the dagger in Julio's hands, he shuddered.
"A dagger in your hand! Ah! you come to kill me ?" "Yes, signor," replied Julio, sadly, "I come to take your life; but do not suppose I fulfil this fatal mission without emotion; on the contrary, my heart bleeds for you, and I feel an indescribable repugnance to deal the fatal blow." "Ah! you are not merciless; you will have pity on me," said Geronimo.
"Impossible!" replied Julio.

"Fatality governs us both; it has irrevocably condemned you to death, and me to inhumanity.

All prayer, all supplication is useless; nothing can save your life.