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You will then be no great artist and you can, you must become one." "I will, Belita, I will!" "Well, well; but first be a pupil! If I were in your place, I would, for aught I care, go to Venice and look about me, but from there I would ride to Flanders, to Moor, to the master." "Give up Italy? Can you be in earnest?
"Enough, enough!" interrupted Coello, pressing his hand upon her mouth. "That is why a duenna is kept for the child; and this is my sensible Belita! It is of no importance, that yonder youth has nothing, I myself courted your mother with only three reales in my pocket, but he cannot yet do any really good work, and that alters the case.
"Enough, enough!" interrupted Coello, pressing his hand upon her mouth. "That is why a duenna is kept for the child; and this is my sensible Belita! It is of no importance, that yonder youth has nothing, I myself courted your mother with only three reales in my pocket, but he cannot yet do any really good work, and that alters the case.
"Yes, yes," she answered, quickly, "only I must talk with you once more alone." "Do you wish to hear my confession, Belita?" "Cease jesting now. I am no longer a child. My heart aches, and I must not conceal the cause." "Speak, speak! How you look! One might really be alarmed." "If I only can! No one here tells you the truth; but I I love you; so I will do it, ere it is too late.
"Enough, enough!" interrupted Coello, pressing his hand upon her mouth. "That is why a duenna is kept for the child; and this is my sensible Belita! It is of no importance, that yonder youth has nothing, I myself courted your mother with only three reales in my pocket, but he cannot yet do any really good work, and that alters the case.
If Meister Antonio, if Moor should see this...." "Then, then?" asked Ulrich, his eyes glowing with a gloomy fire. "He would compel you to begin at the beginning once more. I am sincerely sorry for you, and not less so for poor Belita. My wife will triumph! You know I have always upheld your cause; but this luckless work..." "Enough!" interrupted the youth.
Softened by affectionate weakness and no longer able to resist the impulse to see his little Belita happy, he whispered: "Poor thing, poor young lovers! Do as you choose, I won't look."
You will then be no great artist and you can, you must become one." "I will, Belita, I will!" "Well, well; but first be a pupil! If I were in your place, I would, for aught I care, go to Venice and look about me, but from there I would ride to Flanders, to Moor, to the master." "Give up Italy? Can you be in earnest?
He had opened his arms wide, and now hastily approached her with the eager look of the gambler, who has staked his last penny on a card. Coello's daughter did not obey. She was no longer little, unassuming Belita; here stood no child, but a beautiful, blooming maiden.
If Meister Antonio, if Moor should see this...." "Then, then?" asked Ulrich, his eyes glowing with a gloomy fire. "He would compel you to begin at the beginning once more. I am sincerely sorry for you, and not less so for poor Belita. My wife will triumph! You know I have always upheld your cause; but this luckless work...." "Enough!" interrupted the youth.
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