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This, then, Nina Montifalcone, is the fate I have reserved for you. An agonising death the only reward I can give you for that love which still endured after I had torn aside the bright veil with which your fervid imagination had clothed me, and showed myself to you in my real colours--that love which I verily believed would have endured after you knew that my heart had been captivated by one still younger, still more beautiful, than yourself.