Byways in southern Tuscany . Caslello di Pietra. BYWAYS IN SOUTHERN TUSCANY eye only, and far enough for the sound of the voice to beunheard. Meantime the gentle Pia was sought and wastold that her long absent brother was returning, that hewas even now close by and eager to greet her. Full ofsisterly affection, she waited not for his coming buthastened forth to meet him. At the chosen spot the con-federate, prepared in his part, met her with ardor, andwith impulsive tenderness she threw herself into his arms. It was enough, the husband was convinced, and beforehe met his returning wife his min
Byways in southern Tuscany . Caslello di Pietra. BYWAYS IN SOUTHERN TUSCANY eye only, and far enough for the sound of the voice to beunheard. Meantime the gentle Pia was sought and wastold that her long absent brother was returning, that hewas even now close by and eager to greet her. Full ofsisterly affection, she waited not for his coming buthastened forth to meet him. At the chosen spot the con-federate, prepared in his part, met her with ardor, andwith impulsive tenderness she threw herself into his arms. It was enough, the husband was convinced, and beforehe met his returning wife his mind was made up. No ex-planation she could make was listened to, he was stone, hewas ice. He carried her at once to his castle in the lonelyMaremma and here, sitting silent, deaf to any appeal shecould make, he waited till grief and the poison of that airshould have their way with her. For one so helpless and soanguished death would not have tarried long, but a daycame when in a sudden access of despair she flung herselffrom a
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