Hearken to it.

Have pity on me! spare my life!" Julio was too absorbed in his own thoughts to heed Geronimo.

In accents of despair he muttered: "Frightful situation! Beside the very grave I have dug for him, he prays for my soul! And can I shed his blood?
But there is no help for it.

I must--I must!" The young gentleman remarked the struggle in Julio's soul, and he mustered up all his strength to approach him; but Julio, seeing Geronimo's design, picked up his knife, took the lamp, and left the cellar, saying: "It is useless, signor.

Fate is more powerful than we are; and struggle as we may against its inevitable decrees, they must be accomplished! The sight of your sorrow has deprived me of all courage.