Vendetta: A Story of One Forgotten
De (autor): Marie Corelli
I, who write this, am a dead man. Dead legally-dead by absolute proofs-dead and buried! Ask for me in my native city and they will tell you I was one of the victims of the cholera that ravaged Naples in 1884, and that my mortal remains lie moldering in the funeral vault of my ancestors. Yet-I live! I feel the warm blood coursing through my veins-the blood of thirty summers-the prime of early manhood invigorates me, and makes these eyes of mine keen and bright-these muscles strong as iron-this hand powerful of grip-this well-knit form erect and proud of bearing. Yes!-I am alive, though declared to be dead; alive in the fullness of manly force-and even sorrow has left few distinguishing marks upon me, save one. My hair, once ebony-black, is white as a wreath of Alpine snow, though its clustering curls are thick as ever.
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I, who write this, am a dead man. Dead legally-dead by absolute proofs-dead and buried! Ask for me in my native city and they will tell you I was one of the victims of the cholera that ravaged Naples in 1884, and that my mortal remains lie moldering in the funeral vault of my ancestors. Yet-I live! I feel the warm blood coursing through my veins-the blood of thirty summers-the prime of early manhood invigorates me, and makes these eyes of mine keen and bright-these muscles strong as iron-this hand powerful of grip-this well-knit form erect and proud of bearing. Yes!-I am alive, though declared to be dead; alive in the fullness of manly force-and even sorrow has left few distinguishing marks upon me, save one. My hair, once ebony-black, is white as a wreath of Alpine snow, though its clustering curls are thick as ever.
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