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s,'Cometometo-night,'andthehandwritingwasGiulia's.AstrangefeelingcameovermeasIlookedatit,andmyhandtrembledalittle....ThenIbeganpondering.Whydidshewantme?Icouldnotthink,anditoccurredtomethatperhapsshewishedtogivemeuptotheCountess.Iknewshehatedme,butIcouldnotthinkherasvileasthatafterall,shewasherfather'sdaughter,andBartolomeowasagentleman.Andrealookedatmequestioningly.
'Itisaninvitationfrommygreatestenemytoputmyselfinherhands.'
'Butyouwillnot?'
'Yes,'Isaid,'Iwill.'
'Why?'
'Becauseitisawoman.'
'Butdoyouthinkshewouldbetrayyou?'
'Shemight.'
'Andyouaregoingtotaketherisk?'
'IthinkIshouldbegladtoprovehersoutterlyworthless.'
Andrealookedatmeopen-mouthedhecouldnotunderstand.Anideastruckhim.
'Areyouinlovewithher?'
'NoIwas.'
'Andnow?'
'Now,Idonotevenhateher.'
