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I am almost sure you will think I have chosen rightly, Tito, because I have noticed that your nature is less rigid than mine, and nothing makes you angry: it would cost, you less to be forgiving; though, if you had seen your father forsaken by one to whom he had given his chief love by one in whom he had planted his labour and his hopes forsaken when his need was becoming greatest even you, Tito, would find it hard to forgive."
These seasons were marked by the performance of the fine operas of Winter, of some of the masterpieces of Cimarosa, and by the first introduction into England of the music of Mozart, the "Clemenza di Tito," in which Mrs. Billington and Braham appeared, having been the earliest acquaintance of the English public with the greatest of the German operatic composers.
If it is your straw, you turned me off it three years ago." "Then you mean to leave this place?" said Tito, more anxious about this certainty than the ground of it. "I have spoken," said Baldassarre. Tito turned and re-entered the house. Monna Lisa was nodding; he went up to Tessa, and found her crying by the side of her baby.
On the other hand, the Piagnoni of the popular party, who had the directness that belongs to energetic conviction, were the more inclined to credit Tito with sincerity in his political adhesion to them, because he affected no religious sympathies. By virtue of these conditions, the last three months had been a time of flattering success to Tito.
He saw the boy's arm swing as he tapped Tito behind with his switch, and the donkey's legs moving in a canter. "What is it, signorino? Has anything happened?" "No. But Gaspare, I'm going down to the sea." "To bathe?" "I may bathe. I'm not sure. It depends upon how I go." "You are going to the Casa delle Sirene?" Maurice nodded. "I didn't care to go off while you were away."
And when the nine that made up Coyotito's brood had reached this stage, it did not require the glamour of motherhood to make them objects of the greatest interest. The summer was now on. The little ones were beginning to eat flesh-meat, and Tito, with some assistance from Saddleback, was kept busy to supply both themselves and the brood.
He did not admit that his gratitude had failed; but it was not certain that Baldassarre was in slavery, not certain that he was living. "Do I not owe something to myself?" said Tito, inwardly, with a slight movement of his shoulders, the first he had made since he had turned to look down at the florins.
But the determination was kept latent in these first moments by the heart-crushing sense that now at last she and Tito must be confessedly divided in their wishes.
Those ideas had all been sown in the fresh soil of Tito's mind, and were lively germs there: that was the proper order of things the order of nature, which treats all maturity as a mere nidus for youth. Baldassarre had done his work, had had his draught of life: Tito said it was his turn now. And the prospect was so vague: "I think they are going to take me to Antioch:" here was a vista!
I wish you to reflect on the mode in which you were led to that step, that the process may not he repeated." "That depends chiefly on you, Tito," said Romola, taking fire slightly. It was not at all what she had thought of saying, but we see a very little way before us in mutual speech.
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