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Updated: June 5, 2025
"Your accusation that 'I am here to insult you. If you will do me the honor, Count Nobili, to speak to me in private" Guglielmi glanced at Silvestro, Adamo, and Angelo, peering out half hid by the altar "if you will do me this honor, I will prove to you that I am here to serve you." "That is impossible," answered Nobili. "Nor do I care. I leave this house immediately."
The marchesa was brought down by Adamo. Your name was the first word she uttered." Enrica's blue eyes glistened. In an instant she had disengaged herself from Pipa, and was kneeling at the marchesa's feet. "Dear aunt, forgive me. Now that I am saved, forgive me! You must forgive me, and forgive him, too!" These last words came faint and low. The marchesa put her finger on her lip.
Adamo had no soul for flowers, or he could not have done this; he could not have seen a bright, many-eyed balsam, or an amber-leaved zinnia with tufted yellow breast, die miserably on their earthy beds, trampled under the dogs' feet.
Adamo and Fra Pacifico stand upon the lower rungs, to steady it. The stranger throws his cloak below, the better to descend. "Who is he?" That strong, well-knit frame, those square shoulders, that curly chestnut hair, the pleasant smile upon his glowing face, proclaim him. It is Count Nobili! He has lands along the Serchio, between Barga and Corellia, and was well known as a keen sportsman.
Adamo added many more grave remarks between the puffs of his pipe, turning to Pipa, who sat beside him, distaff in hand, the silver pins, stuck into her glossy plaits, glistening in the sun.
Through the dim purple air fly those who have stained the world with the beauty of their sin, and in the pit of loathsome disease, dropsy-stricken and swollen of body into the semblance of a monstrous lute, lies Adamo di Brescia, the coiner of false coin.
"Take these" and the marchesa puts her hand into her pocket and draws out some notes "take these, these are better than thanks." Adamo drew back much affronted. "Padrona, I don't want money." "Yes, yes, take them for Pipa and the boys" and she thrusts the notes into his big red hands.
Another and another flame curls round the narrow loop-hole, twisting upward on the solid wall. At this instant there is a low growl, as from a kicked dog. A door below is banged-to and locked. Then steps are heard upon the gravel. It is Adamo. Adamo catches sight of the crimson glare reflected upon the fountain. He looks up at the tower he sees the flames.
Altogether, Zicari has observed that Rolli, although unacquainted with the 'Adamo Caduto, has sometimes inadvertently hit upon the same words in his Italian translation of Milton which Salandra had used before him. Eve's altered complexion after the eating of the forbidden fruit is noted by both poets: Torbata ne la faccia? Non sei quella Thus Eve with countenance blithe her story told;
There, while Martini was transacting his business, at his suggestion Messer Adamo Centurioni commissioned Vinci to execute a figure of S. John the Baptist, of which he made the model. But soon he was attacked by fever, and, to increase his distress, at the same time his friend was also taken away from him; perchance to provide a way in which fate might be fulfilled in the life of Vinci.
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