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"A very pleasant Job's comforter you are to-night, Quinto. I don't know what you are driving at?" said Bianca, staring at him. "Only this, my precious child. I was set thinking of the mistake at Milan by what you said of these two men, the uncle and nephew. Has it not come into your clever head, mia bella, that we might find here the means of avoiding a repetition of that error?" "Ah h!
She had had thirteen, and two were still surviving. "One grows accustomed, signorina mia " "You have been crying," Astorre said abruptly. Olive leant against the balustrade of the little terrace. She was watching the fireflies that sparkled in the dusk of the vineyards in the valley below.
Aha! it will be Christian names in Italy again." "I like her very much," said Georgiana; "but I confess it mystifies me to see you all so excited about her. It must be some attraction possessed by her what, I cannot say. I like her, certainly." "Figlia mia! she is an element she is fire!" said Marini.
A dios, hermana mia, Anastasia Torres!" This she repeated several times, in a voice high enough to be heard a block or two away.
Almost any one would have said that the girl's terrors were fanciful, and that it was quite natural her brother, who would lose five hundred scudi by her change of purpose, should require her to work as other girls of her condition worked. "Cheer up and go with him, figlia mia," she said, "and leave all to me.
This interpretation frequently makes use of the symbolisms of space, stillness, and light: the contemplative soul is "lost in the ocean of the Godhead," "enters His silence" or exclaims with Dante: "la mia vista, venendo sincera, e più e più entrava per lo raggio dell' alta luce, che da sè è vera."
Sumner's appointment, Bettina, who was vigorously brushing her brown suit, heard a sigh from her sister, and looking up saw her ruefully examining her own skirt. "Rather the worse for wear, aren't they, Barbara mia?" "Indeed, they are. I didn't notice it, though, until we came here into this bright Rome.
"Is it useless to appeal to you again to surrender to the call of love?" countered Don Carlos. "Myra, mia cara, every fibre of my being is pulsing with love for you, and my heart is craving for the joy and rapture that you alone can give. Look into my eyes, mia cara, and whisper that you love me."
He recited this rapidly and with much more assurance than his ordinary command of French had indicated, giving complexion to the thought, as did his gestures, that this was his public confession. Hermia bowed. As for himself, he was Monsieur Philidor, the lightning portrait artist, of Paris. Likenesses, two francs soldiers, ten sous. Signor Fabiani was glad. Madonna mia!
Even as a full-grown man he retained the exhilarating, childlike nature of the pure in heart. "La Mamma mia" thus he would speak, in playful-saintly fashion, of the Mother of God "la Mamma mia is capricious.
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