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The editor of the Argus sighed at this point, and I thought he might be wishing that all feminine newcomers could be like the latest. For Mrs. Aurelia Potts, whose leisure Heaven had increased, was now redoubling her efforts to make the Argus a well of English undefiled undefiled by what she called "journalisms." Solon must not, he confided to me, say "enthuse" nor "we opine" nor "disremember."
Loveday hurried away, and after breakfasting, Aurelia repaired the ravages of the rats, and made a last sorting of the residuum of shell dust, discovering numerous minute beauties, which awoke in her the happy thought of the Creator's individual love. She had not yet finished before Madge's voice was heard in querulous anger, and a heavy tread came along with her.
"Hearken, Signor Manifold," says he, "my news concerns Donna Aurelia." How he knew that sacred name I cannot conceive. It had never passed from my lips into his wicked ears. But I was unprepared for it, and started violently the moment I heard it. "Ha!" cried he, "now I have passed your guard, Don Francis, have I? Now perhaps you will do me the honour of conversing?"
"You, my kind friend, will do the honours," he said, "and we will ask Mrs. Aylward to provide the entertainment." "They will be quite propitiated by being asked to meet Dr. Godfrey," said Aurelia. "Shall you admit them, sir?" "Certainly.
Prue," I continue, and my wife looks up, with pleased pride, from her work, as if I were such an irresistible humorist, "you will allow me to believe that the depth may be calm, although the surface is dancing. If you tell me that Aurelia is but a giddy girl, I shall believe that you think so.
I am to be put where Aurelia will surely come. Courage I will find her trust your Virginia" and filled me with confusion. I pressed her hands the true friend that she was; for a moment she clung to me with passion. "Forget me not, my lord pray for me let me see you again!" Such were her sobbed and broken prayers cut short by her unjust judges.
Please to ask Nonna what's o'clock. I am serious." "And I," I said, "am serious. The time is full the time is now. Oh, Aurelia," I said urgently, "my saint and my lamp " "Hush, hush," she said, and tried to regain her hand. "No, but you must be quiet. Listen!" But I could not now be stopped. "Oh," I cried out, "I have been silent too long, and now I must speak.
By origin Aurelia was a Sienese, the daughter of the ancient, noble but reduced family of Gualandi, and had, without knowing it, caught the fancy of Dr. Lanfranchi when he was in her native city upon some political question or another.
Alone in her dominion, the inheritress entered the death-chamber, and there passed an hour upon her knees. Whilst she was thus secluded, a pealing storm traversed the sky. When Aurelia came forth again, her face was wan, tearstained. She summoned her nurse, and held much talk with her as to the significance of thunder whilst a corpse lay in the house.
Father Carnesecchi, I perceived, was with Aurelia; for the note brought back by the portress was all in his handwriting but the signature. The initials A. L. were in her own.
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