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Updated: April 30, 2025
'Nay, nay, said Weisspriess, 'I asked the question because I am under an obligation to run Count Carlo Ammiani through the body, and felt at once that I should regret the necessity. As to your not fearing me, really, far from wishing to hurt you Vittoria had caught sight of a white face framed in the autumnal forest above her head.
The poor creature's husband is in danger of capture or death." While the duchess's stern under-breath ran on hurriedly, convincing Anna that she had, with no further warning, to fall back upon her uttermost strength the name of Countess Alessandra Ammiani was called at the door. Instinctively the others left a path between Vittoria and Anna.
Her carriage moved off when he advanced to meet her at the parade, or review of arms; and she did not scruple to speak in public with Major Nagen, in the manner of those who have begun to speak together in private. The offender received his punishment gracefully, as men will who have been taught that it flatters them. He refused every challenge. From Carlo Ammiani there came not a word.
Ammiani had moved away slowly: he was accidentally the witness of a curious scene. There came into the irregular triangle, and walking up to where the fruitstalls stood by day, a woman and a man. The man was an Austrian soldier. It was an Italian woman by his side. The sight of the couple was just then like an incestuous horror to Ammiani.
Countess Ammiani wrote to Laura, telling her she scarcely hoped that Carlo would obtain his liberty save upon the arrest of Angelo: "Therefore, what I most desire, I dare not pray for!" That line of intense tragic grief haunted Vittoria like a veiled head thrusting itself across the sunlight.
Countess Ammiani has assured me that the brothers have a clear defence not from your Vienna point of view: Italy and Vienna are different sides of the shield." Vittoria spoke most humbly before Anna; her sole irritating remark was, that even if she were aware of the direction of Angelo's flight, she would not betray him.
The sky and the solid ground break up when I think of you. I fancy I am still in prison. He will be here to-morrow and talk of you again. I long for him more than for battle almost long for you more than for victory for our Italy. "This is Brescia, which my father said he loved better than his wife. "General Paolo Ammiani is buried here. I was at his tombstone this morning.
One hundred was evidently the number she had to complete, for when she had reached it she threw her arms apart. Barto was out of sight. Ammiani waved her on to follow in his steps: he was sick of her presence, and had the sensations of a shame-faced boy whom a girl has kissed. She went without uttering a word.
And with that she had a vision under her eyelids of Nagen like a shadowy devil in pursuit of men flying, and striking herself and Vittoria worse than dead in one blow levelled at Carlo Ammiani. A sense of supernatural horror chilled her blood when she considered again, facing her enemy, that their mutual happiness was by her own act involved in the fate of one life.
'Irma! said Ammiani; 'she is by this time in Tyrol. Your Irma will have some difficulty in showing herself here within sixty hours. 'How! cried Pericles, amazed, and plucking after Carlo to stop him. 'I bet you 'How much? 'I bet you a thousand florins you do not see la Vittoria to-night. 'Good. I bet you a thousand florins you do not see Irma. 'No Vittoria, I say!
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