CHAPTER VI

"THE BITTER SPRINGS OF ANGER AND FEAR" "Margharita!" She had found her way into a lonely corner of the villa grounds, and, with her head resting upon her hands, she was gazing across the blue sunlit waters of the bay. Below, hidden by the thickly-growing shrubs, was the white, dusty road, and the voice which disturbed her thoughts seemed to come from it. She pushed the white flowering rhododendrons on one side, and peered through. "Leonardo!" she exclaimed. "Leonardo!" She seemed surprised to see him standing th…