My Ten Years' Imprisonment by Silvio Pellico
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look, and said, "Sometime, I believe, that Siora Zanze (Angiola) . .
. was used to bring you your coffee . . . She stopped a good while to converse with you, and I was afraid the cunning one would worm out all your secrets, sir." "Not one," I replied, in great anger; "or if I had any, I should not be such a fool as to tell them in that way. Go on." "Beg pardon, sir; far from me to call you by such a name . . . But I never trusted to that Siora Zanze. And now, sir, as you have no longer any one to keep you company . . . I trust I--" "What, what! explain yourself at once!" "Swear first that you will not betray me." "Well, well; I could do that with a safe conscience. I never betrayed any one." "Do you say really you will swear?" "Yes; I swear not to betray you. But what a wretch to doubt it; for any one capable of betraying you will not scruple to violate an oath." He took a letter from his coat-lining, and gave it me with a trembling hand, beseeching I would destroy it the moment I had read it. "Stop," I cried, opening it; "I will read and destroy it while you |
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