the bitter-sweet apple of human confidence and friendship.
She had trusted him and he had betrayed her.
It seemed to her that fire ought to descend from the skies and smite him, and burn up his little, weak, false, worthless life. She did not know that if this vengeance overtook human falsehood the skies would be for ever as a scroll in flames.
She sat there a long time motionless. Then she was seized with a deadly fear. Had they come for Joconda's body?
She went into the third chamber, and there she found the wooden coffin untouched, the flowers she had laid there undisturbed, and the lamp burning steadily.
She left it, and ascended the stairs, and looked over the moors.
The day was dying down, and the grand red glory of the west blinded her for a moment as she looked on it from the gloom of the tombs. There are no sunsets more gorgeous than those on the sea of the Maremma, and their pomp of gold and purple is a mockery of kings.
This day the gold was burning behind a transparent cloud of dusky blue, and the
