"Killed!" screamed de Lana. "Now God is just!"
"Killed—the Duke is killed!"
Guido d'Arezzo bent over him with a white face, but della Torre stamped in a passion of excitement and dragged at his shoulder.
"Killed!—come away—there are ourselves to think of—come away!"
Arezzo sprang to his feet.
"To Milan!" cried della Torre. "He leaves no heirs."
Visconti was still breathing: he struggled, and Giannotto pushed to his side and stood above him, bursting into wild words.
"I did it—Visconti!—I did it—do you hear—do you hear! I knew, and I did it!"
"Keep away!" yelled della Torre, and pulled him back.