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The Duke's Prize; a Story of Art and Heart in Florence by Maturin Murray Ballou
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serpent inspire one when he approaches with slimy track and fetid
breath, with stealthy, coil and sickening glare? Think you would not
that fascinate with terror, cause a tremble of disgust, and produce
insensibility and delirium that such a loathsome reptile should
exist and breathe the same air? Yet having now called forth that
emotion in its deepest degree, you rejoice to have moved me! Truly
you have, and I can conceive your mind just fitted to appreciate the
honor!"

The worst passions of Villani were now thoroughly awake, and he
retorted with flashing eyes and a fierce tone, while his face even
to his lips, turned livid white.

"You may regret your liberal use of words when I unfold my errand. I
will trouble you for half your proceeds for the last year!"

With blazing eyes, from which sparks of fire actually seemed to
flash, and a form that appeared to dilate, Teresa turned full upon
Villani.

"How now, traitorous villain? Is not your list of perjuries, thefts,
deceptions and murders long enough, but you must add to it, ere you
are qualified to become the privy councillor to the arch fiend? Get
thee hence, grovelling worm, ere the lightnings of heaven blast
thee!"

At this instant the storm which had been gathering, burst with fury
over the city, and the dazzling sheet of flame was succeeded by a
deafening, rattling peal of thunder. Teresa sank on her knees beside
a lounge and buried her face in silent prayer; even Villani turned
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