This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1857 Excerpt: ...here, ' he shouted: 'my life, my love!' He drew his sword as he spoke, whilst the maiden sprang to his neck in a transport of delirious joy. In a moment, before the company could recover from the astonishment which the appearance of this apparition had caused, Giovanni had raised Edderline in his arms, and bore her ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1857 Excerpt: ...here, ' he shouted: 'my life, my love!' He drew his sword as he spoke, whilst the maiden sprang to his neck in a transport of delirious joy. In a moment, before the company could recover from the astonishment which the appearance of this apparition had caused, Giovanni had raised Edderline in his arms, and bore her through the open doorway into the garden. Gasparni rushed forward, followed by his friends, and would have rushed after the lovers. I stood at the entrance with a loaded pistol in each hand. The company drew back appalled; unarmed, they knew not the number of their assailants. The Conde drew his sword, and I stood on my guard, resolving to sell my life as dearly as possible. 'Beware!' I cried vehemently, 'whoever approaches, rushes on death!' But at that moment a more awful voice than mine bade them pause. The voice of the Earthquake! The knell of that gay and gallant company was heard--the saloon was bathed in a flame of livid hue, that was reflected from the volcano, now vomiting forth streams of boiling lava. The walls of the villa tottered, and I was thrown down among the ruins of the building; while, far above the wail of mangled and bruised human beings, who at that hour met their death, rose a sound, like the exulting yell of millions of fiends over the triumph of desolation! I thought my last hour was "The light of returning day woke me to consciousness. When I recovered, I lay at the base of a pillar, which in its falling had preserved me from destruction. Save a violent blow on the forehead, which had struck me senseless--I was unhurt. I rose upon my feet. Near me lay the prostrate form of a priest. No portion of the ruined mansion appeared to have struck him; and yet he lay still and motionless. I approached. It was Saldana. A disc...
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