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When he had arrived at the Palazzo Frangipani that evening, he had very nearly forgotten Donna Tullia, and had quite determined that whatever his father might say he would not give the promised answer before Easter. By the time the Cardinal had left him, he had decided that no power on earth should induce him to marry Madame Mayer.
"What is it?" inquired Frangipani and Montevarchi in the same breath. The young diplomatist looked up with an air of interrogation. Sant' Ilario read the paragraph aloud. All three listened as though the fate of empires depended on the facts reported. "Just like the newspapers!" exclaimed Frangipani. "There probably is no such person. Is there, Ascanio?"
It was the life vapor of the hinano, the tiare and the frangipani exhaled by those flowers of Tahiti, to be wafted to the sailor before he sights the scene itself, the breath of Lorelei that spelled the sense of the voyager.
She had watched with growing fear and jealousy his devotion to the Astrardente, which all the world had noticed; and at last her anger had broken out at the affront she had received at the Frangipani ball. But even then she loved Giovanni in her own vain way.
In the twelfth century the Septizonium belonged to some Benedictine monks, and was sold by them to the powerful Frangipani family, who fortified it as they had already fortified the Colosseum and the arches of Constantine and Titus, thus forming a vast fortress round about the venerable cradle of the city.
Down the narrow path she went ponderously, showing me the cannas, jasmine and rose, picking a lime or a tamarind, a bouquet of mock-orange flowers, smoothing the tuberoses, the hibiscus of many colors, the oleanders, maile ilima, Star of Bethlehem, frangipani, and, her greatest love, the tiare Tahiti.
One meets these young Atlases moving along the roads, chaplets of frangipani upon their curling hair, or perhaps a single gardenia or tube-rose behind their ears, singing softly and treading steadily, smiling, and all with a burden that would stagger a white athlete. The taro looks like a war-club, several feet long, three inches thick, and with a fierce knob. It and its tops are in demand.
How fair it now seems, relieved from those gloomy battlements which it must often have saddened you to gaze upon. His fortunes are secured, and we rejoice at it; for no man more loyally serves the state. Have you seen, fair Lady of Frangipani, the last verses of Petrarch in honour of my lord? they rest yonder.
And ere many days be past, the streets of Rome may be as rivers of blood." "We accept your offer, Tribune," said the Signora Frangipani, who was touched, and, in spite of herself, awed by the Tribune's manner. And as she spoke, she dropped on one knee, picked up the kerchief, and, presenting it respectfully to Nina, said, "Madam, forgive me.
"You do not seem to be in a good humour with Saracinesca to-day," remarked Corona, by way of answer. "Why do you defend him?" asked her husband, in a new fit of irritation. "He jars on my nerves, the sour old creature!" "I fancy all Rome will go to the Frangipani ball," began Corona again, without heeding the old man's petulance. "You seem to be interested in it," returned Astrardente.
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