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Pietro of Abano, at the beginning of the fourteenth century, is well known to have fallen a victim to the envy of another physician, who accused him before the Inquisition of heresy and magic; and something of the same kind may have happened in the case of his Paduan contemporary, Giovannino Sanguinacci, who was known as an innovator in medical practice. He escaped, however, with banishment.
Returning at length to this Pietro, I have to say that of the works that he made in the said convent none have been preserved save the panels, since those executed in fresco were thrown to the ground, together with the whole of that building, by reason of the siege of Florence, when the panels were carried to the Porta a S. Pier Gattolini, where a home was given to those friars in the Church and Convent of S. Giovannino. Now the two panels on the aforesaid partition-wall were by the hand of Pietro; and in one was Christ in the Garden, with the Apostles sleeping, in whom Pietro showed how well sleep can prevail over pains and discomforts, having represented them asleep in attitudes of perfect ease. In the other he made a Piet
When the Giovannino adores with folded hands, as acknowledging in Christ a superior power, or kisses his feet humbly, or points to him exulting, then it is evident that we have the two Children in their spiritual character, the Child, Priest and King, and the Child, Prophet.
An heir was born, and San Giacinto is that heir's grandson. You may tear up the document. It is not worth the parchment it is written upon, nor are we either." "You are mad, Giovannino!" exclaimed the prince, hoarsely, "that is not the meaning of the words. You have forgotten your Latin." "I will get you a dictionary or a lawyer whichever you prefer." "You are not in earnest, my boy.
Giovanni rose to go, biting his lips to keep down a laugh. "What the devil do you mean by always agreeing with me, you impertinent scapegrace? And you are laughing, too laughing at me, sir, as I live! Upon my word!" Giovanni turned his back and lighted a cigar. Then, without looking round, he walked towards the door. "Giovannino," called the Prince. "Well?" "I feel better now.
Long association with him had not been without its lessons, and she answered as sweetly as though no disagreement had ever come between them; as though there were no incongruity between their suspended discussion and her interrupting sentence. "Giovannino," she cooed, "I have had a great offer, an astounding offer from Vienna." He saw his opportunity.
"Yes, my boy," returned the old man; "I will come and see you after Easter. But do not stay if it is too cold; I have a little business to attend to in Rome before I join you," he added, with a grim smile. "I know," replied Giovanni, a savage light in his black eyes. "If you need help, send to me, or come yourself." "No fear of that, Giovannino; I have got a terrible helper. Now, be off.
"There seems to be a certain unanimity in our opinion of Flavia. However, I daresay it is mere gossip, and Casa Montevarchi is not a gay place for a girl of her age." "Not gay? How do you know?" asked the old prince. "Does the girl want Carnival to last till All Souls'? Did you ever dine there, Giovannino?" "No nor any one else who is not a member of the most Excellent Casa Montevarchi."
At last Pasquale left the room. Old Saracinesca gave a sigh of relief. "And now, Giovannino," he said familiarly, "what have you got to say for yourself?" "I?" asked his son, in some surprise. "You! What are you going to do?" "I will stay at home," said Giovanni, shortly. "That is not the question. You are wise to stay at home, because you ought to get yourself healed of that scratch.
He had turned homewards as soon as he had sent the military surgeon to Gouache. "Well, Giovannino," cried the old gentleman, "the prodigal innkeeper has returned to the bosom of the family." "What innkeeper?" "Your worthy namesake, and cousin, Giovanni Saracinesca, formerly of Aquila." "Does Madame Mayer want to prove that it is he who has married Corona?" inquired Sant 'Ilario with a laugh.
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