“Speak no more of blood,” cried Feliciana, “forswear your vengeance.”
“Never,” answered Appadocca sternly.
“Say, why doom yourself for ever,” Feliciana was going to inquire—when—
“That the world may profit by my conduct,” answered Appadocca.
“But the world will not know, will not attend to what you do.”
“I care not, I care not,” answered Appadocca, “my word is passed and I shall fulfil it. I am resolved, the sacrifice must be made.”
“But see, the morning star is sinking fast. I must away.”
“But do not——”
“Come, come, let me lead you hence,” so saying Appadocca grasped the arm of the faint Feliciana, and hurried out of the cemetery.