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'You really want to go with me now to mamma? to mamma, who maintains that ... all this between us is impossible and can never come to pass? There was one word Gemma could not bring herself to utter.... It burnt her lips; but all the more eagerly Sanin pronounced it. 'Marry you, Gemma, be your husband I can imagine no bliss greater!
Gemma, dear, I brought Signor Rivarez out to show him our beautiful view; I must leave him under your care. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. Ah! there is that delightful Russian prince! Have you met him? They say he is a great favourite of the Emperor Nicholas. He is military commander of some Polish town with a name that nobody can pronounce. Quelle nuit magnifique!
"We only go to the Duomo to pray, and as to museums and picture-galleries And perhaps I had better tell you now, at once, that we do not want to learn English. We have got you several lessons through friends, but Maria and Carmela say they will not fatigue themselves over a foreign language, and I " "Oh," began Olive, "I thought " Gemma interrupted her. "A thousand thanks," she said rudely.
"I believe," said Galli, "the perfect freedom of life in a barbarous country would attract me more than any scenery. A man must feel his personal, human dignity as he can never feel it in our crowded towns." "Yes," the Gadfly answered; "that is " Gemma raised her eyes from her knitting and looked at him. He flushed suddenly scarlet and broke off. There was a little pause.
"Signer Rivarez," interposed Gemma, coming forward, "my lodgings are quite close. Let us take the child in there. Then, if you cannot find a vettura, I will manage to put it up for the night." He turned round quickly. "You don't mind?" "Of course not. Good-night, Mme. Reni!"
The branches of a pomegranate tree, clustered with late blossoms, hung beside the narrow opening between the plants. In this nook Gemma took refuge, hoping that no one would guess her whereabouts until she had secured herself against the threatening headache by a little rest and silence.
Lapo, weeping aloud from remorse, patted Baldo's shoulder and kissed his withered cheek. Lamplight flooded the staircase; it was Foresto softly descending. The rays illuminated Madonna Gemma, who all the while had been standing close beside them. "Lady," said Baldo, feebly, "can you spare me a bit of your veil?
Sanin was slightly stung by this last question.... However, there was no drawing back. 'You know, Maria Nikolaevna, he began, 'every man thinks the face of his beloved better than all others; but my betrothed is really beautiful. 'Really? In what style? Italian? antique? 'Yes; she has very regular features. 'You have not got her portrait with you? 'What's her name? 'Her name is Gemma.
Isn't that our old friend? said Sanin, pointing to a muffled-up figure, which hurriedly slipped a little aside as though trying to remain unobserved. In the midst of his abundant happiness he felt a need to talk to Gemma, not of love that was a settled thing and holy but of something else. 'Yes, it's Pantaleone, Gemma answered gaily and happily.
He wrote with great facility. "Il Furioso," "Parisina," "Torquato Tasso," "Lucrezia Borgia," and "Gemma di Vergi" rapidly followed one another. In 1835 he brought out "Marino Faliero," but its success was small. Ample compensation was made, however, when in the same year "Lucia" appeared and was received with acclamations of delight.
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