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was some temporary relief, apparently, to his feelings now, to think
that he had taken the primary steps to be revenged upon one whom he
so bitterly hated. He could think of nothing else, now, as he lay
there, suffering from those wounds, and at times the expression of
his face became almost demoniac, as he ground his teeth and bit his
lips, in the intense excitement of his passions, the struggle of his
feelings being so bitter and revengeful.
But we must leave the sick man with himself for a while, and go
elsewhere.
Lorenzo Bezan had been pressed with the business incident to his new
position, and this, too, so urgently, that he had not yet answered
the note he had received from her he had loved so dearly. He had
placed it next his heart, however, and would seize upon the first
moment to answer it, not by the pen, but in person. It was for this
purpose, that, on the same evening we have referred to, he had taken
his guitar, and was strolling at a late hour towards the Plato. It
was the first moment that he could leave the palace without serious
trouble, and thinking Isabella might have retired for the night, he
resolved at least to serenade her once more, as he had so lately
done.
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