Continental Monthly, Vol. I, No. VI, June, 1862 - Devoted To Literature and National Policy by Various
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Pepito? Your path, since you have sought this mine, is marked at every
step by treachery and crime. The boldest heart must shudder to look at the ghastly procession led on by the General you poisoned.' '''Tis false! God help me, 'tis false!' ''False--_is_ it false--that three days since your husband was murdered at your instigation, by Pepito? Stay--hear me! Look at this dagger! did you not steal it from my room and give it to Pepito to perpetrate the crime? Madame, pause, ere you dare to swear it is false.' 'She trembled, and falling on her knees, exclaimed: ''My God! my God! forgive me!' ''It is not, madame, for erring man to limit the infinite mercy of Heaven; but for such crimes as yours there must be a fearful retribution. Farewell; may you go and sin no more.' 'I left the room, but in a few moments heard a piercing shriek; and rushing back, found the wretched woman extended on the floor in the agonies of death. She had picked up the dagger which I had thrown away, and stabbed herself to the heart. * * * * * 'And the opal-mine?' 'I meant, at first, to leave the Nibelungen Hoard alone; but time tames all things except the love of gold. I went there; it was rich, but not |
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