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In commemoration of the public horror manifested, when the truth was published, Venice decreed that henceforth a crier should proclaim in the Tribunal just before a death sentence was pronounced, 'Ricordatevi del povero Marcolini! remember the poor Marcolini; beware of merely circumstantial evidence. "To another instance I invite your attention.
I once heard an Italian lady speak of a young friend whom she described as endowed with every virtue under heaven, "ma," she exclaimed, "povero disgraziato, ha ammazzato suo zio." On mentioning this, which I heard when taken to Italy as a boy by my father, the person to whom I told it showed no surprise.
He is beginning to understand everything chiefly in Italian, of course, as his nurse talks in her sleep, I fancy, and can't be silent a second in the day and when told to 'dare un bacio a questo povero Flush, he mixes his little face with Flush's ears in a moment.... You would wonder to see Flush just now.
She gently bent her head. Two large tears rolled down Rodolphe's cheeks. "Why! what is the matter?" she cried, abandoning her imperial manner. "I have now no mother whom I can tell of my happiness; she left this earth without seeing what would have mitigated her agony " "What?" said she. "Her tenderness replaced by an equal tenderness " "Povero mio!" exclaimed the Italian, much touched.
Why, that will be the day after to- morrow," said Paolina, flushing all over. "Exactly so; the day after to-morrow. But I mean only to tell him, in the first instance, that I cannot make the marriage he would have me. Then, when that is settled and some little time allowed for him to get over his mortification, il povero zio will come the announcement of the marriage I can make.
"For," said gentle Miss Nellie, drawing Madame d'Avala aside and lowering her voice "for we are very sorry for Freddy now. His mother " "Oh, yes, she has gone to England." "Why, no! She is dead!" "Oh, mio povero bambino! And how he adores her!" "Yes." "And what will he do then?" "He can stay on here. But I am afraid he doesn't like us," Miss Nellie sighed. "Has he no one else?"
His tears fell fast, and his prayer was scarcely more than a broken murmur of "Povero signorino povero signorino Dio ci mandi buon riposo in Paradiso." Hermione could not pray although she was in the attitude of supplication; but when she heard the words of Gaspare she murmured them too. "Buon riposo!" The sweet Sicilian good-night she said it now in the stillness of the lonely dawn.
"Zitto!" said Francesca, laying a finger of her right hand on her lips. "Say no more; I am not free. I have been married these three years." For a few minutes utter silence reigned. When the Italian girl, alarmed at Rodolphe's stillness, went close to him, she found that he had fainted. "Povero!" she said to herself. "And I thought him cold."
Perceiving that his counsel was useless, the good Augustine turned away, to knee and offer up his own orisons of gratitude, and to bethink him of the dead. "Nettuno! povera, carissima bestia!" continued Maso, "whither art thou swimming, in this infernal quarrel between the air and water? Would I were with thee, dog! No mortal shall ever share the love I bore thee, povero Nettuno!
But and that was strange, too she found herself pitying them, trying to use her intellect to soothe them. Lucrezia was terrified, almost like one assailed suddenly by robbers, terrified and half incredulous. When her hysteria subsided she was at first unbelieving. "He cannot be really dead, signora!" she sobbed to Hermione. "The povero signorino. He was so gay! He was so "
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