As if moved by an
uncontrollable impulse, she thrust one hand into her dress, drew out
the death-charm, and contemplated it, at the same time muttering some
words that Hermione did not understand. Her face became full of
hatred. Holding up the charm, and lifting her head, she exclaimed:
"Those who bring trouble shall have trouble!"
While she spoke she looked straight before her, and her voice became
harsh again, seemed to proclaim to the world unalterable destiny.
"Yes," said Hermione, in a low voice.
Maddalena hid the death-charm once more with a movement that was
surreptitious.
"Yes," Hermione said again, gazing into Maddalena's still beautiful
eyes. "And you have trouble!"
Maddalena looked afraid, like an ignorant person whose tragic
superstition is proved true by an assailing fact.
"Signora!"
"You have trouble in your house. Have you ever brought trouble to any
one? Have you?"
Maddalena stared at her with dilated eyes, but made no answer.
"Tell me something.
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