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"Bring him upstairs carefully, and send for a surgeon," said the prince to the men who came forward. Then he offered his arm to his daughter to ascend the steps, as though nothing had happened, and without bestowing another look on the injured soldier. Donna Faustina was just eighteen years old, and had only quitted the convent of the Sacro Cuore a month earlier.
Or, to quote her own Italian phrase which I have here translated, "colla faccia d'agnello, il cuore dun lupo, a la dritura della volpe." In the course of these pages the cause of this strong feeling against Madame de Genlis will be explained. To dwell on it now would only turn me aside from my narrative. I wish it may not be the foreboding of some great evil!"
From the window came "Sai cos' ebbe cuore!" sung as only Nora could sing it. The ferrule of Flora Desimone's parasol bit deeply into the clover-turf. "Do you know the Duchessa?" asked Flora Desimone. "Yes." It was three o'clock the same afternoon. The duke sat with his wife under the vine-clad trattoria on the quay. Between his knees he held his Panama hat, which was filled with ripe hazelnuts.
BLOOM: Yes, ma'am? MARION: ti trema un poco il cuore? BLOOM: Are you sure about that voglio? I mean the pronunciati... THE BAWD: Ten shillings a maidenhead. Fresh thing was never touched. Fifteen. There's no-one in it only her old father that's dead drunk. BRIDIE: Hatch street. Any good in your mind? A burly rough pursues with booted strides. He stumbles on the steps, recovers, plunges into gloom.
Or, to quote her own Italian phrase which I have here translated, "colla faccia d'agnello, il cuore dun lupo, a la dritura della volpe." In the course of these pages the cause of this strong feeling against Madame de Genlis will be explained. To dwell on it now would only turn me aside from my narrative. I wish it may not be the foreboding of some great evil!"
She raised her brown eyes, recognised him, and smiled faintly. "What a wonderful contrast you are enjoying, Donna Faustina," said the Zouave. "How so? I confess it seems monotonous enough." "I mean that it is a great change for you, from the choir of the Sacro Cuore, from the peace of a convent, to this atmosphere of war." "Yes; I wish I were back again."
"It is a heart pierced with the dart of love, and the motto of 'pensa al cuore trafitto d'amore?" "Naught else, as my eyes do their duty. I should think there was but very little meant by those words, Signore!" "That as may be. Thou hast never sold a jewel with that conceit?" "Just Samuel! We dispose of them daily to Christians of both sexes and all ages.
"Listen," interposed Paula, with the dignity of the headsman. "You have no truer friend than me at this moment, as some day you will discover. Come, now, will you do me a favor?" "Di tutto cuore!" "Then leave us to ourselves." "Not possible!" cried Luigi, stung with disappointment. "What would you do, then? Would you wear her life out? Would you keep her in a terror?
The most innocuous of their charms was to make a heart of glowing ashes, and then to pierce it while singing: 'Prima che'l fuoco spenghi, Fa ch'a mia porta venghi; Tal ti punga mio amore Quale io fo questo cuore.
For here in the "Prometheus" there were no endless iterations of the one theme of love, no perpetual repetitions of the same rhyme of amore and cuore, or amor' and cuor'; but rather the effort of the soul after sublimer mysteries. The "Prometheus" sought to solve the problem of life and of human suffering. Its divine sentiments brought hope and consolation.
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