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She expressed no gratitude for kindnesses or wonder at the change in her fortune, save that pleasure sat like an inextinguishable light on her face. A splendid new harp arrived one day, ticketed, "For Miss Emilia Belloni." "He does not know I have a second Christian name," was her first remark, after an examination of the instrument. "'He?" quoth Adela. "May it not have been a lady's gift?"
I do not want you, my pretty dear. Woman is a trouble, a drug. You shall go to old Belloni; and, crack! if ze voice will come back to a whip, bravo, old Belloni!" Mr. Pericles turned to reach down his hat from a peg. At the same instant Emilia quitted the room. Dusk was deepening the yellow atmosphere, and the crowd was now steadily flowing in one direction.
If I write foolishly, do forgive me. I can only make sure of the spelling, and I cannot please you on paper, only when I see you." The signature of 'Emilia Alessandra Belloni' was given with her wonted proud flourish. Wilfrid stared at the writing. "What! all this time she has been thinking the same thing!" Her constancy did not swim before him in alluring colours.
Next week I go to Italy. I take ze little Belloni. You will manage all. I have in you, my friend, perfec' confidence. An Englishman, he is honest. An Englishman and a Greek conjoined, zey beat ze world! It is true, ma foi. For zat, I seek you, and not a countryman. A Frenchman? oh, no! A German? not a bit! A Russian? never! A Yankee? save me! I am a Greek I take an Englishman."
If you succeed in this, remit the money for me to Belloni; I shall in my thoughts dispose of it. Farewell, dear friend and brother. Remember me to my few friends. If the Grand Duchess and the Hereditary Grand Duke will accept a greeting, greet them most cordially from me. Farewell, and think well of Your faithful and grateful PARIS, April 21st, 1850
So, ye'll tell me, little Belloni, is Arr'bella goin' to marry Mr. Annybody? And is Cornelia goin' to marry Sir Tickleham? And whether Mr. Wilfrud's goin' to marry Lady Charlotte Chill'nworth? And Cornelia if ye'll fancy a tall codfish on its tail: 'Mrs.
The folly of lips more loyal than the spirit touched his lively perception; and as the hot inward struggle, masked behind his softly-playing eyes, had reduced his personal consciousness so that if he spoke from his feeling there was a chance of his figuring feebly, he put on his ever-ready other self: "Categorically I reply: Have I loved Miss Emilia Belloni? No. Do I? No.
To satisfy her, and in view of the fact that I could see no chance of a remunerative occupation close at hand, I actually reopened a correspondence on this matter with my great friend and his secretary Belloni in Paris.
Pericles has told me that Miss Belloni has removed to Florence." "Say it a third time," the lady indulgently remarked. "I do not believe that she has gone." "I dare say not." "She has changed her name, you know." "Oh, dear, yes; she has done something fantastic, naturally! For my part, I should have thought her own good enough."
I know what that means, with you. An Englishman might mean right but you! You think you've been dealing with a fool! Why, I can stop this in a minute, and I will. It's you're the fool! Why, I know her father: he plays in the orchestra. I know her name Belloni!"
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