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The issue of the Gunpowder Plot, at the close of the preceding year, had confirmed James in his distaste for Jesuits, and had effected that which all the eloquence of the States-General and their ambassador had failed to accomplish, the prohibition of Spanish enlistments in his kingdom. Guido Fawkes had served under the archduke in Flanders.
There was not the least calculation of such a thing in Cecilia's choice of the sofa, but only the unerring instinct of woman which outwits man's deepest schemes at every turn in life. "Yes," Guido said, "I was watching you. I often do, for it is good to look at you. Why should one not get as much aesthetic pleasure as possible out of life?"
Such great stags, and so proud, and yet so timid, the least thing made them go bound, bound, bound." "Oh, I know!" said Guido; "I saw some jump over the fence in the forest I am going there again soon. If I take my bow I will shoot one!" "But there are no deer here now," said the Wheat; "they have been gone a long, long time; though I think your papa has one of their antlers,"
I would wait till the sun had set, and then go up to the house by a back way I knew of, and try to get speech with one of the servants. I might even meet my friend Guido Ferrari, and he would break the joyful news of my return from death to Nina by degrees, and also prepare her for my altered looks.
The chair of mathematics in the university of Padua having been vacant for five years, the republic of Venice had resolved to fill it up; and, on the recommendation of Guido Ubaldi, Galileo was appointed to it, in 1592, for a period of six years. Previous to this event, Galileo had lost his father, who died, in 1591, at an advanced age.
The longer I looked at the strange lady the more clearly I recognized her; she was in truth no other than the young painter, Herr Guido! I did not know what to say, and was just about to question her, when Herr Lionardo approached her and spoke in an undertone. "Does he not know yet?" I heard him ask. She shook her head.
For indeed Messer Betto Brunelleschi was reputed the fine flower of chivalry and the most perfect knight of all Tuscany after Messer Guido.
Macy & Gimbel's trying to bust up our sale, or politics?" Prestonby shrugged. "Take your choice. A competitor would concentrate where your biggest volume of sale was going on, though; political enemies would try to get up here, and that's what this gang's trying to do." "He's absolutely right, Guido," Claire told the sergeant. "Do whatever he tells you."
A young girl, stepping forward, greeted San Martin, and placed a laurel wreath of gold upon his head. "What rubbish!" muttered Guido testily. "Does she think he is as great a mummer as Bolivar?" "Hush!" I whispered, not wishing his outspoken comments to be heard. "See, he is taking it off."
Had Guido, in his effort to imagine the utmost of sin and misery, which his pencil could represent, hit ideally upon just this face? Or was it an actual portrait of somebody, that haunted the old master, as Miriam was haunted now? Did the ominous shadow follow him through all the sunshine of his earlier career, and into the gloom that gathered about its close?
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