After listening a moment, Julio muttered, with a kind of joy: "No additional cruelty is necessary. He is in his death-agony, and he will
soon die. I will shut the door and finish my work to-morrow. But my master
will ask if all is done? He need know nothing of this circumstance. But I
long to get away; and may the vengeance of God fall upon this spot
to-night, and blot out all memento of it!"
Shortly after he left the garden, and with rapid strides threaded the
obscure streets to rejoin his master, and also to cast off his
blood-stained garments.