United States or Wallis and Futuna ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"See here, eccellenza," he said, as he tenderly spread out its tattered folds and gave it into the Duchess's hand. "Have the goodness to look where is that black mark. There you will find the last words of Don Enrico Tazzoli, the half-brother of my father. He was a priest, eccellenza. Ah, it was not then as it is now! The priests were then for Italy. They hanged three of them at Mantua alone.
I have had much confidence in thy discretion hitherto, and I have satisfaction in saying it has never failed thee, notwithstanding thou hast necessarily been a witness of some exploits of youth which might have drawn embarrassment on thy master were thy tongue less disposed to silence." "Eccellenza, yes." Don Camillo smiled; but the gleam of humor gave way to a look of grave and anxious thought.
"Signore," said the pilot, "his Eccellenza, the podest
The windows were opened to let in a little fresh air, but quicker than air came in the withered arms and the continual whining sounds, "Miserabili, eccellenza." On the walls were inscriptions, half of them against "la bella Italia." The supper made its appearance at last. It consisted of watery soup, seasoned with pepper and rancid oil. This last delicacy played a principal part in the salad.
On which remark the wife tried to box his ears. The contadino had become a freethinker since the accession of the house of Savoy. His wife remained a good Catholic. Said the peasant as, escaping from his wife, he walked into the high-road with Graham, "My belief, Eccellenza, is, that the priest did all the mischief." "What mischief?" "Persuaded the Signora to leave her husband.
Here is an accusation, found in the lion's mouth, which charges thee with his assassination." "And the Donna Violetta's, too, eccellenza?" "Of her, we have heard nothing. What answer dost make to the charge?" "Signore, why should I betray my own secrets?" "Ha! art thou equivocating and faithless? Remember that we have a prisoner beneath the leads, who can extract the truth from thee."
Excellency! The revolution! Garibaldi is at the gates! The Italians are coming! Madonna! Madonna! The revolution, Eccellenza mia!" The man was mad with fear. Every one spoke at once. Some laughed, thinking the man crazy. Others, who had heard the distant noise from the streets, drew back and looked nervously towards the door.
From the passports he learned that there was official dignity among us, and addressed the unworthy bearer of public honors as Eccellenza, and, at parting bequeathed his advantage to the conductor, commending us all in set terms to his courtesy.
We are humble people down here at the water side, but I hope we are just as good Christians as if we lived upon the hill." "Doubt it not, worthy Bettina " "My name is Benedetta, at your eccellenza's command-Benedittina if it please the vice-governatore; but not Bettina. We think much of our names, down here at the water side, eccellenza."
That was before I became a soldier. But one thinks of it sometimes." "I understand. And no doubt you would be glad to return to the life of your boyhood?" He looked a little startled. "Not to leave YOU, eccellenza!" I smiled rather sadly. "Not to leave ME? Not if you wedded Lilla Monti?" His olive cheek flushed, but he shook his head. "Impossible! She would not listen to me. She is a child."
Word Of The Day