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W-e had a limner here , or I the skill of one , to note down that face ' s expression , and that speaking attitude . What a picture it would make for the decoration of my tapestried chamber ! Come , Goznia ; I leave you to your meditations and your sister , mio fradello / i Brute , fool , and fiend ! ' groaned Lucio , ' whichever you select , or all together , if it please you better ; ' and he laughed aloud as he cast his eyes over
his shoulder , and suddenly paused . There was in the fixed , unruffled countenance of Lucio that speaking of a concentrated power and resolved purpose which none can mistake , and Count Jeldaz was surprised into respect : he even cowered for a moment before the fiery glance which struck him . Yet Lucio touched not his weapon ; he forgot that he was armed ; but the eye of Jeldaz passed from the face to the hilt suspended at Lucio ' s girdle . ' I am at present unweaponed ,
sir ; but wait At this instant a loud cry burst on their ears , and through the grounds were seen groups flying in the haste of a sudden alarm towards the chateau , mingling and echoing the cry of * Fire ! Fire ! at the Castella . ' Jeldaz andGoznia , directing their eyes thitherward , saw thick volumes of smoke rolling through the trees and shrubs . 4 This is the denouement to our agreeable comedy , ' said Jeldaz , ' but my movables must not be charged for the foolery ; ' and
they ran forward , heedless of the loud call of 4 Villain , monster , coward ! ' from Lucio . 4 Ay , ay , brother , I hear , but cannot attend to you now , ' he said . Lucio turned and stood awhile gazing in the Font . Count Jeldaz reached the chateau , where the crowd had gathered on that side of the great hall , over which was the chamber of the Lady Melaza . Here , among them , was the old Count Oschiaro , crying out that - * his child , his daughter , would perish ! ' while the by-standers
held him from desperately rushing into the burning pile to her rescue . On seeing Jeldaz—* Your bride ! your bride ! ' he exclaimed , ' she will perish in the flames , and none will go ! ' * Oh , signior , no ! she would quench the flames were she laid upon them , ' said Count Jeldaz , courteously , and bowing as he spoke : ( he never for got he was a gentleman ;) * but I have valuables that aid combustion ; ' and he passed round to the portico , whither , also , the many followed him . He ran quickly up the
steps , through the portal , into the atria . And now , pressing through the crowd , speechless , with hair floating , and rapier bared and held aloft , was seen one to whom all gave passage : and amazement at so strange a vision for a moment suspended all other thoughts . Nor till he had dashed through the portal on the heels of Jeldaz , did they seem sensible that it was Lucio . ' O my son ! my boy ! my child ! ' shrieked the old Count , bursting with desperate strength from the arms of those who held him , and falling forward on the steps , My son , come
back ! ' For some seconds every voice was stilled , as if all were panting to hear , other sounds than the roar of the flame , and the crackling of destruction which became more dismal and distinctly terrible by that pause . Then cries did pierce through the deep , rumbling hoarseness of the fire , and all , with one impulse , rolled and heaved towards the point from which the cries seemed to come , and looking upwards they saw , passing to and fro , and from window to window , amid the splashings of the flames , Count Jeldaz , feebly parrying off , and staggering as he retreated from , the furious lunges with which Signior Lucio
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640 Autobiography > ofPel . Verjuice . .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1833, page 640, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2622/page/56/
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