To the galleys[641] was sent,—a life sentence, too:
Now I think ’twas too much for his just crime—don’t you?
But mark![642] two years since—ay! this very day,—
The convicts rebelled, and some few got away,
And among them Malletti.—Why, man, how you shake!
And what a strange, terrified look your eyes take!
Well, Malletti had Corsican blood in his veins,—
Such blood as ne’er cools while on earth[643] there remains
The being or thing that had offered insult:
He no rest, peace or happiness ever would know,