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Guido Savella.
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The palms together laid. His breath, came fast.
Thus stood she in his dreams!

Thus stood she in his dreams! Lo, the fringed lids
Rose slowly, and eyes filled with love and laughter
Turned to his own! He bent, with outstretched arms.
A smile mocked from the lip, then rapid blushes
Burned, and grew pale, as if in terror sprang
The veiled shape to his side, and flinging back
The mantle, clinging to his breast, cried "Guido!
Dear Guido!'" and in hollow echoes died
Over the vaulted ceiling, "Guido! Guido!"
He bent her light form backward o'er his arm,
And looked into her face. Like a crushed serpent,
Under his firm teeth writhed the nether lip.
His grasp was iron. With her pleading eyes
She watched him silently. He flung her off,
And, tossing a wild hand to heaven, rushed forth.
She heard his fleet step echo through the halls,
And shrieking followed.

And shrieking followed. Still Savella's house
Stands in. the seven-hilled city. There, together,