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At last he began an aria, but his voice was so choked by his rage and agitation that he broke down, at which the robber connoisseurs hissed. This stung Garcia's pride, and he began again with a haughty gesture, breaking forth into a magnificent flight of song, which delighted his hearers, and they shouted "Bravissimo!" with all the abandon of an enthusiastic Italian audience.
I had no sooner opened the door than she stuck her arms a-kimbo, and, opening a mouth, which stretched from ear to ear, she began vociferating "bravo, bravissimo!"
Among the grey desolate crowd were sharp, rending 'Bravos! the people were in tears the landlord at my side was repeating softly, abstractedly: 'Caro caro Ettore, caro colonello and when it was finished, and the little colonel with shabby, humiliated legs was gone in, he turned to me and said, with challenge that almost frightened me: 'Un brav' uomo. 'Bravissimo, I said.
We must have him for us, with us, near us. God has destined us for each other." A telegram replied: "Bravissimo! I am on my way to join you." And to the Countess, fighting rheumatism at the waters of Wildbad in the Black Forest, he wrote: "The rain has passed, the long fog has gone. The mountains stand out mighty and dazzling, peak beyond peak, like the heights of a life. What a sunset!
Formica came on as Pasquarello, and sang, with the gestures most peculiarly characteristic of Capuzzi, and in his very voice, that most atrocious of all arias. The theatre resounded with the audience's most uproarious laughter. People shouted out: "Ah! Pasquale Capuzzi! Compositore Virtuoso celeberrimo! Bravo, bravissimo!" The old man, not observing the tone of the laughter, was all delight.
Balfour." "But, mistress," said I, "there are surely other things besides mere beauty." "By which I am to understand that I am no better than I should be, perhaps?" she asked. "By which you will please understand that I am like the cock in the midden in the fable book," said I. "I see the braw jewel and I like fine to see it too but I have more need of the pickle corn." "Bravissimo!" she cried.
"Brave young man!" said the count to Francisco, "I thank you, and shall not limit my gratitude to thanks. You tell me that there is danger of my villa being pillaged by robbers. "Bravo! bravissimo!" exclaimed one, who started from a recessed window in the hall where all this passed. "Bravo! bravissimo!"
Well, then; listen in your ear. But you won't say a word about it till to-morrow morning. It is all right. The thing is done. The writings signed. Have I done well, eh? Have I deserved well of the city, eh? But you won't say a word!" "Bravo, Signor Ercole! Bravo, bravissimo! Not a word. Not a word. I run to order the punch. Good night. Not a word to a living soul!"
'All you who to swindling conveniently creep, Ne'er piddle; by thousands the treasury sweep Your safety depends on the weight of the sum, For no rope was yet made that could tie up a plum. "Bravissimo, little Brad! you are quite a wit! See what it is to have one's faculties called out.
I have this moment returned from the Concert Spirituel. Baron Grimm and I often give vent to our wrath at the music here; N.B. when tete-a-tete, for in public we call out "Bravo! bravissimo!" and clap our hands till our fingers tingle. Paris, May 1, 1778. THE little violoncellist Zygmatofsky and his unprincipled father are here.
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