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In Ferrara, the home of Beatrice's childhood, where she was loved both for her own and for her mother's sake, the sorrow was scarcely less. "On Wednesday, the 4th of January," writes the diarist, "came the news of the death of Beatrice, Duchess of Milan. And the duke was very sad, and so were all the people.
"What do you mean by that?" Berrington asked. "Nothing. I have said too much. That is quite between myself and and could possibly have had nothing to do with my father's death. Oh, if only Mark had arrived five minutes sooner!" Berrington knew exactly what was passing through Beatrice's mind. "A great pity, indeed," he said quietly. "What a difference moments make in our lives. Still "
The bronze medals here mentioned, which by Lodovico's orders were to be placed on all the chief public buildings, were probably those designed by Caradosso after Beatrice's death, in which the head of the duke and duchess appear side by side. The name and arms of Beatrice were to be seen everywhere; her portrait was to be placed in the church of the Grazie, and her medallion above the gate.
The danger was just as great as ever; it was just as imperative that Sir Charles should leave the country. Out of the whirling emotion in Beatrice's head order began to be restored. Everybody, so far as the girl knew, believed her father to be dead. The body had been spirited away for some reason known to Sartoris and his colleagues; nobody ever expected to see Sir Charles again.
From the beginning of the world, I think! I'd be good to you, Beatrice, and I believe I could make you happy if you give me the chance." Something in Beatrice's throat ached cruelly. It was the truth, and she knew it. He did love her, and the love of a brave man is not a thing to be thrust lightly aside. But it demanded such a lot in return! More, perhaps, than she could give.
I will drink your health." "And I both yours and Beatrice's," answered San Miniato, filling his own glass. "You may put Beatrice first, since she is yours." "But without you there would be no Beatrice, gentilissima," said the Count gallantly, when he had emptied his glass. "That is true, and pretty besides.
She wore on that occasion But it will be too much, perhaps, to tell the reader what she wore as Beatrice's bridesmaid, seeing that a couple of pages, at least, must be devoted to her marriage-dress, and seeing, also, that we have only a few pages to finish everything; the list of visitors, the marriage settlements, the dress, and all included.
Beatrice's first exclamation was, "O! if papa was but here!" "Nothing can go on without him, I suppose," said Henrietta. "And yet, is this one of his great enjoyments?" "My dear, don't you know it is a part of the privilege of a free-born Englishman to delight in hunting 'rats and mice and such small beer, as much or more than the grand chasse?
If Beatrice's mission, however, secured no very tangible result from the wise and crafty Venetian, her charms made a deep impression upon the old councillors, who one and all marvelled at her wisdom and eloquence, and grudged no pains or expense to give her pleasure.
He was suddenly convinced of the futility of winning the love and confidence of Patricia, and, with an impulse born, he could not have told when, or how, or why, he bent forward quickly and touched his lips to Beatrice's forehead. "Is it true, Beatrice?
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