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All that remained now was tarring the fields, and then buckling down beneath the wind shields before the first winter storms struck. Pete was trying to get the nozzle of the tar sprayer cleaned out when Mario's jeep came roaring down the rutted road from the village in a cloud of dust. In the back seat a couple of Dusties were bouncing up and down like happy five-year-olds.
Giuglini's voice had not the power and breadth which Sims Reeves could command, nor was his style so impassioned and fervent as Mario's, but his tones and vocalization were something to hear once and remember always. But I am pausing too long over details. Let me hurry on. I remember the disappointment with which Sullivan's cantata "Kenilworth" was received at the Festival of 1867.
First Appearance in Paris and London. A Tour through Belgium with Rubini. Anecdote of Prince Metternich. Further Studies of Persiani's Characteristics as a Singer. Donizetti composes Another Opera for her. Her Prosperous Career and Retirement from the Stage. Last Appearance in Paris for Mario's Benefit.
A blaze of lightning came, illuminating the two figures, showing Paul Mario's fine face turned expectantly toward Jules Thessaly, and alive with an eagerness almost boyish; showing the Neronian countenance of the other, softened by a smile which revealed small, strong teeth beneath the crisp red moustache. "Rumour is a lying jade, Mr. Mario.
Down deep in her nature was an inalienable loyalty, was a simple, old-fashioned feeling that "they two," she and Eglington, should cleave unto each other till death should part. He had done much to shatter that feeling; but now, as she listened to Mario's voice, centuries of predisposition worked in her, and a great pity awoke in her heart.
He went into Don Mario's Garden, and walk'd round with much Caution and Circumspection; for the Moon was then about to rise, and had already diffused a glimmering Light, sufficient to distinguish a Man from a Tree.
Joseph Carpentier rose slowly and advanced to the two men. "Comrades, I will be your companion if you will accept me." Before separating, the three drank together and appointed to meet the next day at the house of Gordon, the Irishman. When my father saw Gordon and Carpentier leave the place, he placed his hand on Mario's shoulder and said in Italian, "My boy, I want to talk with you."
In order that one should retain nothing but fairy memories of a woman memories of some poetic name, of the perfume of roses, of beauty glimpsed through gossamer it is important that one should not have lived with her. Herein lies the lasting glamour of the woman we have never possessed." The world had been discussing Paul Mario's New Gospel as enunciated in The Gates for three weeks or more.
The refinements of his accent and pronunciation created the finest possible effects, and were perhaps partly due to the fact that before Mario became a public artist he was a gentleman and a noble, permeated by the best asthetic and social culture of his times. Mario's power illustrated the value of tastes and pursuits collateral to those of his profession.
Inasmuch as her father was O'Reilly's "Company" it may be seen that Rosa Varona's home-coming seriously complicated matters, not only from a sentimental, but from a business standpoint. It was in a thoughtful mood that he rode up La Cumbre, toward the Quinta de Esteban, late on the afternoon of Don Mario's visit.
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