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Zicci, Complete

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1203    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

her hair, somewhat dishevelled, fell down her ivory neck, which the dress partially display

ed with compassion; he muttered a few words

tell your tale. The ravisher has no heart for repentance, but he has a hand that can murder. I have saved thee, Isabel di Pisani. Perhaps you would ask me wherefore?" Zicci paused, and smiled mournfully as he added: "My life is not that of others, but I am still human,-I know pity; and more, Isabel, I can feel gratitude for affection. You love me; it was my fate to fascinate your eye, to arouse your vani

es to this strange address; and when the voice ce

member that you are still in danger from the prince; be wary,

ou, my preserver! Ah! do not misjudge me; I am better, higher than I seem. Since I saw thee I have been a ne

swer?" said Zicci, pausing, but

se,-say that you do not th

d; you have been thrown among nations at once frivolous and coarse; your nobler dispositions, your higher qualities, are not developed. You were pleased with the admiration of Glyndon; you thought that the passionate stranger might marry you, while others had only uttered the vows that dishonor. Poor chil

me, I shall pray for you, bless you, think of you; and am I never to see you more? Alas! the moment you leave

that now knelt before him, with all the passions of an ardent and pure, but wholly untutored and half-savage, nature speaking from the tearful eyes and trembling lips. He l

fe can afford. To me it is given to warn: the warning neglected, I interfere no more; I leave her victories to that Fate that I cannot baffle of her prey. You do not understand me; no matter: what I am now about to say will be more easy to compreh

u,

er in my path; I inhale thy sweetness and pass on, caring not what wind shall sup th

me,-you, you, Zicci,-even

yours is that rarely given to the daughte

it through burning and impassioned tears. Zicci raised

all be thine own, and not mine. For the rest, fear not the Prince di-. At present, I can save thee from every harm." With these words he withdrew himself from her embrace, and ha

lead for him. Disabuse her, if you can, of any caprice for me. I am a bird ever on

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