A wild exultation quickened in her the pulses of
life, while she thought on the dread projects of secret assassination
and revenge which now opposed her, a solitary woman, in deadly enmity
against the defenceless population of a whole city.
As her eyes travelled slowly from side to side over the moving throng;
as she thought on the time that might still elapse ere the discovery and
death--the martyrdom in the cause of blood--which she expected and
defied, would overtake her, her hands trembled beneath her robe, and she
reiterated in whispers to herself: 'Husband, children, brother--there
are five deaths to avenge! Remember Aquileia! Remember Aquileia!'
Suddenly, as she looked from group to group among the departing people,
her eyes became arrested by one object; she instantly stepped forwards,
then abruptly restrained herself and moved back where the crowd was
still thick, gazing fixedly ever in the same direction. She saw the
victim twice snatched from her hands--at the camp and in the farm-
house--a third time offered to her grasp in the streets of Rome.
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