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draw back once having piedged his honour to the task.
He watched the sun sink away over the pale leafless Lombard plains, and sink out of sight amidst the golden mists of the coming night. The rays from the set sun were still red in the heavens and, falling on the many casements of the dark palace where Donna Aloysia's beauty had once been like a gorgeous flower blooming in a dungeon, turned all the glass behind the iron bars to flame-like radiance, and made the melancholy waters washing the walls glow for the moment like a stream of opals and rubies.
'I will keep faith with him,' Sanctis said to himself, as he leaned and watched the sombre pile. 'Maybe he will feel his debt to me, and so keep faith with her.'
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