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To make profit for the house of Borgia by fraud, sacrilege, and the dismemberment of nations, was the Papal policy. Their father, Galeotto Manfredi, had been murdered in 1488 by their mother, Francesca Bentivogli. How far, we may ask, were these dark crimes of violence actuated by astrological superstition?
As soon as Vitellozzo Vitelli received Caesar's letter he perceived that he was being sacrificed to the fear that the King of France inspired; but he was not one of those victims who suffer their throats to be cut in the expiation of a mistake: he was a buffalo of Romagna who opposed his horns to the knife of the butcher; besides, he had the example of Varano and the Manfredi before him, and, death for death, he preferred to perish in arms.
The Villa Felice, also, on the hillside below Fiesole was reserved for himself and his friends. His wife, a frigid, devout, elderly lady, had her own establishment, the splendid Palazzo Manfredi, in Oltr' Arno, and received him with great ceremony once a week for an hour in the afternoon.
"I'll just put on the lights for you." "No leave it dark. Enough light will come in from here." "Sure?" said Manfredi. "Yes." The little soldier was an intruder at the moment. Both the others felt it so. But they bore him no grudge. They knew it was they who were exceptional, not he. Aaron swallowed his drink, and looked towards the door. "Sit down, Manfredi. Sit still," said the Marchesa.
The first publication of this sort, which I have in my possession, is the Ephemerides of Manfredi, of Bonn, computed for the years 1715 to 1725, in two volumes. Of the regular annual ephemerides the earliest, so far as I am aware, is the Connaissance des Temps or French Nautical Almanac.
Manfredi looked at his wife. She flicked the ash off her cigarette. "What sort?" said Aaron. "Why, how do you mean, what sort? We are dilettanti, I suppose." "No what is your instrument? The piano?" "Yes the pianoforte. And my wife sings. But we are very much out of practice. I have been at the war four years, and we have had our home in Paris.
Among his pupils or lieutenants we read of Ercole d'Este, the future Duke of Ferrara; Alessandro Sforza, lord of Pesaro; Boniface, Marquis of Montferrat; Cicco and Pino Ordelaffi, princes of Forli; Astorre Manfredi, the lord of Faenza; three Counts of Mirandola; two princes of Carpi; Deifobo, the Count of Anguillara; Giovanni Antonio Caldora, lord of Jesi in the March; and many others of less name.
When he returned with his flute, which he was screwing together, Manfredi had come with the tray and the three cocktails. The Marchesa took her glass. "Listen, Manfredi," she said. "Mr. Sisson is going to play, quite alone in the sala. And I am going to sit here and listen." "Very well," said Manfredi. "Drink your cocktail first. Are you going to play without music?" "Yes," said Aaron.
His garden-paths ran with muddy brooklets; the high-road beyond his hedge was transformed to a shallow torrent.... And, just at that moment, looking off along the highroad, he saw something that brought his heart into his throat. Three figures were hurrying down it, half-drowned in the rain the Duchessa di Santangiolo, Emilia Manfredi, and a priest.
The grey-green, sturdy, unsoldierly soldiers looked at the woman as she passed. "I am sure you had better take a carriage," said Manfredi. "No I don't mind it." "Do you feel at home in Florence?" Aaron asked her. "Yes as much as anywhere. Oh, yes quite at home." "Do you like it as well as anywhere?" he asked. "Yes for a time. Paris for the most part." "Never America?" "No, never America.
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