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Mark is jealous where he loves.

And, now my commission is discharged, I humbly take my leave, flattered in having been selected to stand in such a presence, and to have been thought worthy of so honorable a duty." As the officer ceased speaking and Violetta returned his bows, she fixed her eyes, filled with apprehension, on the sorrowful features of her companions.

The ambiguous language of those employed in such missions was too well known to leave much hope for the future.

They all anticipated their separation on the morrow, though neither could penetrate the reason of this sudden change in the policy of the state.
Interrogation was useless, for the blow evidently came from the secret council, whose motives could no more be fathomed than its decrees foreseen.

The monk raised his hands in silent benediction towards his spiritual charge, and unable, even in the presence of the stranger, to repress their grief, Donna Florinda and Violetta sank into each other's arms, and wept.
In the mean time the minister of this cruel blow had delayed his departure, like one who had a half-formed resolution.