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"If thou dost confess that," returned Camilla, "mortal enemy of all that

rightly deserves to be loved, with what face dost thou dare to come

before one whom thou knowest to be the mirror wherein he is reflected on

whom thou shouldst look to see how unworthily thou him? But, woe is me, I

now comprehend what has made thee give so little heed to what thou owest

to thyself; it must have been some freedom of mine, for I will not call

it immodesty, as it did not proceed from any deliberate intention, but

from some heedlessness such as women are guilty of through inadvertence

when they think they have no occasion for reserve. But tell me, traitor,

when did I by word or sign give a reply to thy prayers that could awaken

in thee a shadow of hope of attaining thy base wishes? When were not thy

professions of love sternly and scornfully rejected and rebuked? When

were thy frequent pledges and still more frequent gifts believed or

accepted? But as I am persuaded that no one can long persevere in the

attempt to win love unsustained by some hope, I am willing to attribute

to myself the blame of thy assurance, for no doubt some thoughtlessness

of mine has all this time fostered thy hopes; and therefore will I punish

myself and inflict upon myself the penalty thy guilt deserves. And that

thou mayest see that being so relentless to myself I cannot possibly be

otherwise to thee, I have summoned thee to be a witness of the sacrifice

I mean to offer to the injured honour of my honoured husband, wronged by

thee with all the assiduity thou wert capable of, and by me too through

want of caution in avoiding every occasion, if I have given any, of

encouraging and sanctioning thy base designs. Once more I say the

suspicion in my mind that some imprudence of mine has engendered these

lawless thoughts in thee, is what causes me most distress and what I

desire most to punish with my own hands, for were any other instrument of

punishment employed my error might become perhaps more widely known; but

before I do so, in my death I mean to inflict death, and take with me one

that will fully satisfy my longing for the revenge I hope for and have;

for I shall see, wheresoever it may be that I go, the penalty awarded by

inflexible, unswerving justice on him who has placed me in a position so

desperate."

As she uttered these words, with incredible energy and swiftness she flew

upon Lothario with the naked dagger, so manifestly bent on burying it in

his breast that he was almost uncertain whether these demonstrations were

real or feigned, for he was obliged to have recourse to all his skill and

strength to prevent her from striking him; and with such reality did she

act this strange farce and mystification that, to give it a colour of

truth, she determined to stain it with her own blood; for perceiving, or

pretending, that she could not wound Lothario, she said, "Fate, it seems,

will not grant my just desire complete satisfaction, but it will not be

able to keep me from satisfying it partially at least;" and making an

effort to free the hand with the dagger which Lothario held in his grasp,

she released it, and directing the point to a place where it could not

inflict a deep wound, she plunged it into her left side high up close to

the shoulder, and then allowed herself to fall to the ground as if in a

faint.