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THE CAMPANILE.
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of noblemen, on the Broglio at Venice, the only answer
which he gave to the blow was, “ It is just
Foiled in his attempt to provoke his adversary to an
equal combat, it seemed that the mind of Camillo Ra-
nuzzi began to contemplate darker designs. He avoided
all personal collision with Durazzo, but still continued
pertinaciously to dog his footsteps. During a tour which
the count was prevailed upon to take through the south
of Italy, he was sedulously followed by Ranuzzi, who
never suffered a day to elapse without his having a view
of his victim. Early one brilliant morning Durazzo having
ascended the Campanile to view the magnificent prospect
which its summit affords, did not return to his palace,
where his countess awaited him. Anxious inquiries into
the cause of his absence were instituted, and in the even-
ing his body was discovered on the winding ascent of the
tower, pierced with seven wounds, each of which would
have proved mortal.
On the following night, as Beatrice Monti stood at the
door of her cottage, she heard the sound of horses’ feet
rapidly approaching through the Pine Forest. In a mo-
ment a horseman emerged from the shade, waving in his
hand a white handkerchief stained with blood as he rode
rapidly towards her. In another instant he was at her
feet. Flinging her arms round him, she kissed his cheek,
his lips, his eyes. Not a word had yet been spoken by
either, when they were surrounded and made prisoners
by several men, who had ridden rapidly upon the steps
of the fugitive.
After the interval of a few weeks from this time the
trial of Camillo Ranuzzi and Beatrice Monti for the mur-
119
of noblemen, on the Broglio at Venice, the only answer
which he gave to the blow was, “ It is just
Foiled in his attempt to provoke his adversary to an
equal combat, it seemed that the mind of Camillo Ra-
nuzzi began to contemplate darker designs. He avoided
all personal collision with Durazzo, but still continued
pertinaciously to dog his footsteps. During a tour which
the count was prevailed upon to take through the south
of Italy, he was sedulously followed by Ranuzzi, who
never suffered a day to elapse without his having a view
of his victim. Early one brilliant morning Durazzo having
ascended the Campanile to view the magnificent prospect
which its summit affords, did not return to his palace,
where his countess awaited him. Anxious inquiries into
the cause of his absence were instituted, and in the even-
ing his body was discovered on the winding ascent of the
tower, pierced with seven wounds, each of which would
have proved mortal.
On the following night, as Beatrice Monti stood at the
door of her cottage, she heard the sound of horses’ feet
rapidly approaching through the Pine Forest. In a mo-
ment a horseman emerged from the shade, waving in his
hand a white handkerchief stained with blood as he rode
rapidly towards her. In another instant he was at her
feet. Flinging her arms round him, she kissed his cheek,
his lips, his eyes. Not a word had yet been spoken by
either, when they were surrounded and made prisoners
by several men, who had ridden rapidly upon the steps
of the fugitive.
After the interval of a few weeks from this time the
trial of Camillo Ranuzzi and Beatrice Monti for the mur-