men; all their
sorrows and their griefs come from within, and are interwoven with their
daily lives and employments.

"The letters that we soon began to receive from Pisa, and Florence, were
radiant with happiness. I began to build a little house by the side
of our own; we chose the furniture and the wall papers. 'They are
here--they are there,' we said; and at last we expected the final
letters we should receive before they returned.

"One evening I came in late; my wife had gone to her room; I supped
alone; when suddenly I heard a step in the garden. The door opened, my
daughter appeared; but she was no longer the fair young girl whom I had
parted with a month before. She looked thin and ill, was poorly dressed,
and carried in her hand a little travelling-bag.

"'It is I,' she whispered hoarsely; 'I have come.'

"'Good heavens! what has happened? Where is Nadine?'

"She did not answer; her eyes closed, and she trembled violently from
head to foot. You may imagine my suspense.

"'Speak to me, my child. What has happened? Where is your husband?'

"'I have none--I have never had one;' and suddenly, without looking at
me, she began to tell me, in a low voice, her horrible history.

"He was not a count, his name was not Nadine. He was a Russian Jew
by the name of Roesh, a miserable adventurer. He was married at Riga,
married at St. Petersburg. All his papers were false, manufactured by
himself. His resources he owed to his skill in counterfeiting bills
on the Russian bank. At Turin he had been arrested on an order of
extradition. Think of my little girl alone in this foreign town,
separated violently from her husband, learning abruptly that he was a
forger and a bigamist,--for he made a full confession of his crimes. She
had but one thought, that of seeking refuge with us. Her brain was so
bewildered, that, as she told us afterwards, when she was asked where
she was going, she simply answered 'To mamma.' She left Turin hastily,
without her luggage, and at last she was safe with us, and weeping for
the first time since the catastrophe.

"I said, 'Restrain yourself, my love, you will awaken your mother!' but
my tears fell as fast as her own. The next day my wife learned all; she
did not reproach me. 'I knew,' she said, 'from the beginning that there
was some misfortune in this marriage.' And, in fact, she had certain
presentiments of evil from the hour that the man came under our roof.
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