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Mascani and Givanni glanced at one another significantly. The same thought was evidently passing through the minds of both. Nest lay between them, her pale face turned to the sky. She looked as if she were sleeping peacefully--a locket at her throat rose and fell regularly, and a sigh occasionally crossed her lips. Mascani bent down and laid his long slim fingers on her heart. He was a man familiar with tragedy, and he was thankful to find that there was no trace of it here.
"She has had a narrow escape," he whispered. "She is suffering from shock. It is fortunate women wear corsets. The poor child has to thank hers for her safety. Maldini's aim was less deadly than usual. Look there!"