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Occasionally, as the moments dragged slowly by, she would go to the piazza and listen until it seemed that her ear-drums would burst with the intensity of her effort, but only the moaning of the wind, and the usual night sounds came to her ears. At last, in one of these anxious periods of listening, she thought she detected the barking of old Hecla, but was not certain.
Graham, with frigid civility, invited him to remain, and Gertrude urged him to do so; but he declined with such decision that the latter understood that he felt the neglect with which Mr. Graham had treated him and his visit. Gertrude accompanied Willie to the door. The rain had ceased, but the wind whistled across the piazza. It was growing cold.
Such was half the picture presented at the end of the piazza, the other half being made up of Colonel Egbert Crawford, his military coat changed to a blouse of brown linen and his boots replaced by a pair of embroidered slippers, but in all other regards quite as we have before seen him, and altogether the legitimate commander of the Two Hundredth Volunteers.
"Ecco Casa Felice, signora!" said the foremost rower, half timidly, pointing with his brown hand. She made an intense effort and uttered some reply. The boy was encouraged and began to tell her about the beauties of the house, the gardens, the chasm behind the piazza down which the waterfall rushed, to dive beneath the house and lose itself in the lake. She tried to listen, but she could not.
I must leave you now; take his arm, Harcourt, for half an hour, and then join us at dinner at the Piazza." Mr Harcourt was an elegant young man of about five-and-twenty. Equally pleased with each other's externals, we were soon familiar: he was witty, sarcastic, and wellbred. After half an hour's conversation he asked me what I thought of the Major. I looked him in the face and smiled.
He raised her hand and kissed her wrist where there was no flour. "You're not leaning on me. You're just acting silly, and you can hardly walk, you're so tired! Coming all this way without your crutch. I think you're foolish." "If you say anything more about that crutch, I'll throw away my cane too." He dropped down on the piazza and drew her to the step beside him.
From Monday, January 24th, to February 10th, 1876: Rome, Hôtel de Londres, Piazza di Spagna. I swear that all these tragic and jealous remarks about A were written under the influence of romantic reading, and that I only half believed them while I was writing, exciting myself for the pleasure of it, and I greatly regret these exaggerations. The archimandrite has been at our house.
The door was fast, but the warm weather had compelled them to leave the window open. If he could but get his chains off, he might escape through the window to the piazza, and reach the ground by one of the posts that supported the piazza. The sleeper's clothes hung upon chairs by the bedside; the slave thought of the padlock key, examined the pockets and found it.
He was aroused by the return of the negro who had gone to announce him, and following now this slave, he made his way through the house to the wide piazza behind it, in whose shade Colonel Bishop and my Lord Julian Wade took what little air there was. "So ye've come," the Deputy-Governor hailed him, and followed the greeting by a series of grunts of vague but apparently ill-humoured import.
Nowhere else is the present so alien, so discontinuous, so like a crowd in a cemetery without garlands for the graves. It has no flowers in its hands, but, as a compensation perhaps and the thing is doubtless more to the point it has money and little red books. The everlasting shuffle of these irresponsible visitors in the Piazza is contemporary Venetian life.
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