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Updated: May 18, 2025
Laid out by Pope Julius II, who had dreamt of lining it with magnificent palaces, the street, then the most regular and handsome in Rome, had served as Corso* in the sixteenth century. One could tell that one was in a former luxurious district, which had lapsed into silence, solitude, and abandonment, instinct with a kind of religious gentleness and discretion.
But it was necessary to come back from the Piazza del Popolo to the Piazza di Venezia, then return to the former square, and come back yet again, following the entire Corso three and four times without wearying. The delighted Dario showed himself and looked about him, exchanging salutations.
The great ravine, three quarters of a mile long, the ancient boundary which now cuts the town in two, is bridged where the main street, the Corso, crosses, the bridge resting on old Roman substructions, as everything else about here does. This ravine, always invested with mystery, is the theme of no end of poetry and legend. Demons inhabit it.
"The carriage is going one way to the Piazza del Popolo, and we will go another; and, if you please, by the Corso. Take some more of these cigars, M. de Morcerf." "With all my heart," returned Albert; "Italian cigars are horrible. When you come to Paris, I will return all this." "I will not refuse; I intend going there soon, and since you allow me, I will pay you a visit.
She thought it odd that he should be jealous without having the right to be jealous; but this did not displease her. When they reached the Corso, they saw Miss Bell and Madame Marmet coming out of the dressmaker's shop. Dechartre said to Therese, in an imperious and supplicating voice: "I must speak to you. I must see you alone tomorrow; meet me at six o'clock at the Lungarno Acciaoli."
Yet it was in his family, renowned for its superb pride and its continued magnificence, that a love romance had lately taken birth, a romance which was the subject of endless gossip: Celia had suddenly fallen in love with a young lieutenant to whom she had never spoken; her love was reciprocated, and the passionate attachment of the officer and the girl only found vent in the glances they exchanged on meeting each day during the usual drive through the Corso.
About the same time death relieved him from two other encumbrances: his sons Rocco and Cristoforo were killed within a year of each other; the latter by a bungling medical practitioner whose name is unknown; the former by Paolo Corso di Massa, in the streets of Rome.
We will send the carriage to wait for us on the Piazza del Popolo, by the Strada del Babuino, for I shall be glad to pass, myself, through the Corso, to see if some orders I have given have been executed." "Excellency," said a servant, opening the door, "a man in the dress of a penitent wishes to speak to you."
The scene opens with a long array of cavalry, who ride through the Corso, preceded by a large band, playing loudly on their brazen instruments. . . . . There were some splendid dresses, particularly contadina costumes of scarlet and gold, which seem to be actually the festal attire of that class of people, and must needs be so expensive that one must serve for a lifetime, if indeed it be not an inheritance. . . . .
Secure in these hopes she slept eight hours without waking, as she always did. But she was destined to the most complete disappointment of her life, and to spend one of the most horribly unpleasant days she could remember. Long before she was awake boys and men, with sheaves of damp papers, were yelling the news in the Corso and throughout Rome. "The Messaggero! The great scandal in Casa Conti!
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