Before the Italian beauty, Balsamo stopped, with his heart full of painful but no longer violent thoughts.
"Here I stand," he mused,"sad but resolute, and plainly seeing my situation. Lorenza hates me and betrayed me as she vowed she would do. My secret is no longer mine but in the hands of this woman who casts it to the winds. I resemble the fox caught in the trap, who gnaws off his leg to get away, but the hunter coming on the morrow and seeing this token can say: 'He has escaped but I shall know him when I catch him again.'
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