"I was brought to Corsica from Brussels, cavalier. Marc'antonio and
Stephanu fetched us thence, being guided by that priest who is now my
brother's confessor."
"I have been told so, Princess. Marc'antonio told me."
"Did he also tell you where he found me?"
"No, Princess."
"Did he tell you that, being fetched hither, I was offered by my
brother in marriage to a young Count Odo of the Rocca Serra, and that
the poor boy slew himself with his own gun?"
I stuffed my hands deep in my pockets, and said I, standing over
her--
"All this has been told me, Princess, though not the precise reason
for it: and since you desire me to be frank I will tell you that I
have given some thought to that dead lad--that rival of mine (if you
will permit the word) whom I never knew. The mystery of his death is
a mystery to me still; but in all my blind guesses this somehow
remained clear to me, that he had loved you, Princess; and this
(again I ask your leave to say it), because I could understand it so
well, forbade me to think unkindly of him."
"He loved his honour better, sir.
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