"Figlia mia morte!" he cried, beating his breast wildly. "You will be avenged, none of them will escape!" And holding the dead Concetta in his arms, he stood there erect with flaming eyes and panting breath swearing the oath of the deadly feud between him and the family, clenching his fists threateningly. The mighty grief tore at his heart strings and finally, brought bitter tears to his burning eyes, great drops streaming down over his grief-stricken face.
On the pier, Brother Salvatore had sunk upon his knees and clasped the silver crucifix, which hung at his side by a cord. Holding it out towards the boat, he raised his voice, "Benedizione!" he cried aloud. A shiver shook his emaciated frame as if the spectacle which he beheld, would have burned itself indelibly upon his memory.
The lightning flashes showed from afar the silver cross as it were—a symbol of atonement and—forgiveness.
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE:
Obvious printer errors have been corrected without comment. Inconsistencies in the use of hyphens has been addressed where possible. Otherwise the author's non-use of accents, spelling and punctuation have been left intact with the following exception:
Page 161: The word "thought" was changed to "though" in the following phrase: "though it looked as if she was even too shy for that."