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the moment when her lover had left her alone, whilst he guided the traveler on his way, had carried her off, and believed he at length had her in his power, when the ball, directed by the unerring aim of the young herdsman, had pierced his heart. Vampa gazed on him for
The Bandit's Death
a moment without betraying the slightest emotion; whilst, on the contrary, Teresa, shuddering in every limb, dared not approach the slain ruffian but by degrees, and threw a hesitating glance at the dead body over the shoulder of her lover. Suddenly Vampa turned toward his mistress:
