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"The sacristan tells me that when my cousin had finished he hurried away, saying he was afraid of taking some ill if he remained here where it is so damp. I will tell him how much you appreciated him." "Curious is it," remarked the count. "I heard him not going off." "He stood in the doorway of the sacristy, by the high altar, Signor Conte." "In that case is it different."
Love first, and tragedy afterwards." In the afternoon, therefore, he sallied out, and went boldly to the Palazzo Carmandola. He inquired of the porter whether the Signor Conte had gone out, and just as he had expected, so he found it. Old Lira had left the house ten minutes earlier, to go to the funeral. Nino ran up the stairs and rang the bell.
Why, when the Gobbina a little starved hump-backed bastard married the blind beggar Gianni at Corellia, for the sake of the pence he got sitting all day shaking his box by the café even the Gobbina had a white dress and a wreath and you, beloved lady, not so much as to care to change your clothes! What must the Signore Conte have thought? Misera mia! We must all seem pagans to him!"
For after the rout of the Guelphs, and especially of Florence, the head and front of that cause at Montaperti, when in all Tuscany only Lucca remained free, and the Florentine refugees built the loggia in front of S. Friano, there the Ghibellines of Tuscany proposed to destroy utterly and for ever the City of the Lily, and for this cause Conte Giordano and the rest caused a council to be held at Empoli; and so it happened.
Guido Fassi, called del Conte, a native of Carpi, born in 1584, was the inventor of a valuable kind of work in imitation of marble, called by the Italians Scagliola or Mischia, which was subsequently carried to great perfection, and is now largely employed in the imitation of works in marble. The stone called selenite forms the principal ingredient.
When the carriage had at last overtaken him Prada told the coachman to slacken speed, and then entered into conversation. "Good-day, Abbe; you are well, I hope?" he asked. "Very well, Signor Conte, I thank you." "And where are you going so bravely?" "Signor Conte, I am going to Rome." "What! to Rome, at this late hour?" "Oh! I shall be there nearly as soon as yourself.
He accepted it, and as he read the name it bore he gave me a quick glance of respect mingled with pleased surprise. "The Conte Cesare Oliva!" he exclaimed. "I esteem myself most fortunate to have met you!
They were plain, clear, and concise: "From Guido Ferrari, Rome, to Il Conte Cesare Olfva, Naples. Shall be with you on the 24th inst. Train arrives at 6:30 P.M. Will come to you as you desire without fail." Christmas Eve! The day had been extra chilly, with frequent showers of stinging rain, but toward five o'clock in the afternoon the weather cleared.
Had Fortini known that the Marchese had been made aware of the purposed excursion of his nephew with the singer as the reader knows that he had been by the officious meddling of the Conte Leandro, it might have seemed strange that he should have chosen just that day and hour for the declaration of his intention.
Among the writers of the last generation who excelled in the conte which is almost the exact French equivalent for Short-story, as nouvelle may be taken to indicate the story which is merely short, the episode, the incident, the amplified anecdote were Alfred de Musset, Théophile Gautier, and Prosper Mérimée. The best work of Mérimée has never been surpassed.
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