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"And now, Mr. Heron," said Dino, "will you listen to my proposition?" He spoke in Italian, not English, and Percival replied in the same language. "I have said I would listen." "It refers to Brian Luttrell the man who has borne that name so long that I think he should still be called by it." "Ah! You have proved to me that Mr.
The signor can repose here until I return; I will fetch one of the Reverend Fathers by-and-bye, but they are all at Benediction at this moment." "I want to see Brother Dino," said the stranger, lifting his head. And then the porter changed his mind about the station of the visitor.
"I want nothing save to ask how you are and to see you again," replied Brian, after a pause of astonishment. "If you want to alter your decision it is not yet too late. I have taken no steps towards the claiming of my rights." "His mind must be wandering," thought Brian to himself. He added aloud in a soothing tone, "I have made no decision about anything, Dino. Can I do anything for you?"
"The crucifix," said the voice of Fra Girolamo Savonarola, who was standing in the shadows behind her. "Dino!" said Romola, with a low but piercing cry. "Take the crucifix, my daughter," said Fra Girolamo, after a few minutes. "His eyes behold it no more."
Then he started violently, and read it again with more attention. It contained one sentence and a signature: "If Dino Vasari of San Stefano will visit me at Netherglen, I will hear what he has to say. "Margaret Luttrell." Could he have expected more? And yet, to his excited fancy, the words seemed cold and hard. There had been solemn council in the house of Netherglen. Mrs. Luttrell and Mr.
She would do all and everything that Dino required from her, if only she could conquer this terrible helplessness of feeling, this dumbness of tongue which had come over her. Surely it was but a passing phase: surely when someone came and stood before her the spell would be broken, and she would be able to speak once more. The maid peeped in, thought she was sleeping, and quietly retired.
We might mention, as famous instances, the Neri and Bianchi factions introduced into Pistoja in 1296 by a quarrel of the Cancellieri family, the dismemberment of Florence in 1215 by a feud between the Buondelmonti and Amidei, the tragedy of Imelda Lambertazzi, which upset Bologna in 1273, the student riot which nearly delivered Bologna into the hands of Roméo de' Pepoli in 1321, the whole action of the Strozzi family at the period of the extinction of Florentine liberty, the petty jealousies of the Cerchi and Donati detailed by Dino Compagni, in 1294.
They had to go for four full hours, but that seemed a pure pleasure to them; the longer they ran, the more spirit they seemed to get, and Matthew had to keep them from galloping all the time. In her corner Cornelli meditated as to how she could tell the maid at her arrival that she wanted to visit no one but Dino, and wanted to be taken straight to his room.
It was still uncertain whether he would recover, and all agitation must be avoided, as he was not allowed either to move or speak. "I am not sure whether he is the young man I used to know or not," said Brian, doubtfully. "Vasari was there a Christian name given as well?" "Yes: Bernardino, and in another place simply Dino. Was that the name of your friend?" "Yes, it was.
"If your story is proved, it will not be wronging Brian or anybody else to claim your rights. Take the Luttrell property, by all means, if it belongs to you. We shall do very well without it." "Yes," said Dino, almost in a whisper, "you will do very well without it, if you are sure that she loves you."
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