The victim was taken out.
“She was—oh! what happiness—she was to do so, to-day.”
“That’s enough. Young man, I admire your spirit: it might be developed into something useful under proper discipline; as you are, at present, you are only a slave of impulses, that are as wild as your original self. Take him to the surgeon’s room.”
Giving this order to his men, Lorenzo left the cabin of torture.
CHAPTER XIX.
“If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing
That none but fools would keep; a breath thou art,
Servile to all the skyey influences,
That dost this habitation where thou keepest