That is what
happened." After an ominous silence, the Baroness turned round. Her
face was almost yellow now.
"I do not believe a word you have told me," she said, half choking.
"Then go!" cried Sabina, sitting up with flashing eyes. "I do not care
a straw whether you believe the truth or not! Go! Go!"
She stretched out one straight white arm and pointed to the door, in
wrath. The Baroness looked at her, and stood still a moment. Then she
shrugged her shoulders in a manner anything but aristocratic, and left
the room without deigning to turn her head. The instant she was gone
Sabina sprang out of bed and locked the door after her.
Meanwhile, the struggle between Malipieri and his two adversaries had
come to an end very soon. Malipieri had not really expected to prevent
the Baroness from going to Sabina, but he had wished to try and
explain matters to her before she went. He had upset Volterra, because
the latter had pointed a revolver at his head, which will seem a
sufficient reason to most hot-tempered men. The detective had
suggested putting handcuffs on him, while they held him down, but
Volterra was anxious to settle matters amicably.
"It was my fault," he said, drawing back. "I thought that you were
going to resist, and I pulled out my pistol too soon. I offer you all
my apologies.
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