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His prudent footsteps stopped, and with his eyes glisten-
ing wildly, he spoke in a harsh voice:
‘Not yet. I must grow rich slowly.’ … A threatening note
came into his tone. ‘Do not forget that you have a thief for
your lover.’
‘Yes! Yes!’ she whispered, hastily. ‘Come nearer! Listen!
Do not give me up, Giovanni! Never, never! … I will be pa-
tient! …’
Her form drooped consolingly over the low casement to-
wards the slave of the unlawful treasure. The light in the
room went out, and weighted with silver, the magnificent
Capataz clasped her round her white neck in the darkness
of the gulf as a drowning man clutches at a straw.
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