The Real Update: 11

hand drop. He looked up. Everything was sereníssim, and there in the distance, titil-lava, pale as a spark or lowered, the star of the evening. Drop fall in the hands of Nieves was a tear. Time to come, many cried out. In Pasqualet had turned to her as a medium. Not that lestimés. She saw clearly that he loved, only to throw him her gaze made him tremble and lose without thinking: but he loved him as before, with that clarity, simplicity with that, with that sweetness innocent of any day, now the girl felt something between them a stranger, a malignant influence entenebria it all, filling those relationships outbursts of coldly, recriminations, of malesvolences, inexplicable in good logic … “The other that revenge … “-I thought the poor girl. And back again and was tempted to tell everything to the beloved to open her eyes about the traitor, but always stopped his promise of silence, which could occur, the same suspect who had kept silent until then … Indeed, how can you forgive, that silence that had become a trap for her defense that prevented any frank and graceful?

And meanwhile, the poison was doing its destructive work in the heart of his friend.