I took gold pieces from my pocket and flung them at her feet.

'Ah,' she cried in indignation, 'you cur! Go, go!'

She pointed to the door. Then I felt a sudden revulsion. I fell on my

knees and seized her hands.

'Oh, forgive me, Giulia. I don't know what I am saying; I am mad. But

don't rob me of your love; it is the only thing I have to live for. For

God's sake, forgive me! Oh, Giulia, I love you, I love you. I can't live

without you.' The tears broke from my eyes. I could not stop them.

'Leave me! leave me!'

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