Chapter 54

This was the room she wanted; and on the bureau, flung down in haste, a bunch of keys. Valentine seized them with trembling hands; they were the keys of the drawers, and one by one she flung them open, so possessed with excitement she could hardly stand. Gian was not in the palace, yet she seemed to feel his eyes upon her; to hear his step; catch his low whisper of her name; feel his touch upon her shoulder. In one drawer were the parchment passports, some of them, for convenience, already signed with Visconti's na…