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Going to the stable and saddling my horse, I mounted and rode out to the big gate leading to the main road, just as day was dawning. As I dismounted to open the gate, some soldiers were passing and an officer sung out to me, "Hello! which way are you going." I said "to Como, to carry this parcel of clothing to my young master in the war."
The Lake of Como has figured largely in novels of "immoral" tendency being commonly the spot to which inflamed young gentlemen invite the wives of other gentlemen to fly with them and ignore the restrictions of public opinion. But even the Lake of Como has been revised and improved; the fondest prejudices yield to time; it gives one somehow a sense of an aspiringly high tone.
Words fail in attempting to set forth charms which have to be enjoyed, or can at best but lightly be touched with most consummate tact, even as great poets have already touched on Como Lake from Virgil with his 'Lari maxume, to Tennyson and the Italian Manzoni.
DON PEDRO. ¿Qué había de hacer?... Decirle la verdad ... que mi hija no se quería ya casar con él, y que yo lo sentía mucho ... porque en efecto me pesa de ello por mil y quinientas razones ... ya ves tú ... ¿qué dirá su tío?... y luego ... no se encuentra así como quiera un partido tan ventajoso. BRUNO. Pero señor, ¡qué pero le puede poner la señorita a D. Eduardo!
I had great fears during the war. You do not yet know what it is to have a sonless son in peril. Terror and remorse haunted me for having sent the last Ammiani out to those fields, unattached to posterity. "An envelope from Milan arrived on the morning of his nuptials. It was intercepted by me. The German made a second appointment at Como. Angelo undertook to assist me in saving my son's honour.
I say, give me a cigar, will you, old man, I left some awfully good ones at Como, worse luck and I don't mind telling you that Ellie's no judge of tobacco, and that Nick's too far gone in bliss to care what he smokes," Strefford grumbled, stretching a hand toward his host's cigar-case. "I do like jewellery best," Clarissa murmured, hugging her father.
He stooped down and kissed her. "Wake up," he whispered, "it's bed-time." THEIR month of Como was within a few hours of ending.
The satire against Giulio de Medicis, which we find in his works, having made it necessary for him to leave Rome, he returned to Como, where he married Abondia Rezzonica. The same Giulio de Medicis, having become pope under the name of Clement VII, pardoned him and called him back to Rome with his wife.
The moral sensibility which makes Edens and Tempes so easily, may not be always found, but the material landscape is never far off. We can find these enchantments without visiting the Como Lake, or the Madeira Islands. We exaggerate the praises of local scenery.
The breeze rose again as the engine resumed its unappreciated labors, and, with our head toward Como, we pushed out into the lake. The company on board was such as might be expected.