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Updated: May 21, 2025


'La dolcezza ancor dentro me suona. Don't you remember, and made such fun of it at first? 'Amo zoo; 'no amo me? my sweet!" This was a specimen of the baby-lover talk, which is charming in its season, and maybe pleasantly cajoling to a loving woman at all times, save when she is in Dahlia's condition.

"Tutto tutto al mondo a vano: Nell'amore ogni dolcezza." "Why do you sing like that to-day?" said Lady Cardington, wiping her eyes gently. "I feel like that to-day," Lady Holme said, keeping her hands on the keys in the last chord. There was a vagueness in her eyes, a sort of faint cloud of fear. While she was singing she had thought, "Have I known the love that shows the vanity of the world?

"Of course you will see me there," replied Sylvie, a little impatiently, "Am I not one of Angela's closest friends?" "True! And for the sake of la mia dolcezza, you will also be a friend to me?" "'la mia dolcezza'", repeated Sylvie, "Is that what you call her?" "Yes but I fear it is not original!" said Varillo smiling, "One Ariosto called his lady thus."

As he spoke a servant entered, carrying an exquisite basket of flowers, and brought it to Angela who blushed and smiled divinely as she took it and opened the envelope fastened to its handle and addressed to her, which contained merely these words, "A la mia dolcezza! Con voto d'eterno amore!

Credulity yes, but not belief. And so, when she looked at the believers, she saw but a few people: Robin Pierce, Sir Donald whom else? And then she heard, as if far off, the song she would sing on the morrow at Manchester House. "Torna in fior di giovinezza Isaotta Blanzesmano, Dice: Tutto al mondo a vano: Nell'amore ogni dolcezza."

She felt that she had had nothing, that every other human being must have known the dolcezza, the ineffable, the mysterious ecstasy, the one and only thing worth the having, that she alone had been excluded, when she was beautiful, from the participation in joy that was her right, and that now, in her ugliness, she was irrevocably cast out from it. It was unjust.

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