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No one knows who she is; she loves Carmelo Neri, and there all is said. Such a little thing she is so delicate! like a foam-bell on the waves; and Carmelo You have seen Carmelo, signor?" I shook my head in the negative. "Ebbene!
"My dear Ferrari, I am surely not alone in my admiration for your high qualities! Does not every one like you? Are you not a universal favorite? Do you not tell me that your late friend the Count Romani held you as the dearest to him in the world after his wife? Ebbene! Why underrate yourself?" He let his hands fall slowly from my shoulders and a look of pain contracted his features.
I used to get the book down when my father was asleep, so that I could read to myself." "Ebbene?" said Piero, in a fiercely challenging tone. "There are some things in them I do not want ever to forget," said Romola; "but you must confess, Piero, that a great many of those stories are only about low deceit for the lowest ends.
I said. The Sicilian looked embarrassed. "Ebbene! we must all change," he answered, lightly, evading my glance. "The days pass on each day takes a little bit of youth away with it. One grows old without knowing it!" I laughed. "I see," I observed. "You think I have aged somewhat since you saw me?" "A little, eccellenza," he frankly confessed.
Laura's return saved him from much exercise of his peculiar skill. She, with a cool 'Ebbene! asked him how long he had expected the money to remain there. Upon which, enraged, he accused her of devoting the money to the accursed patriotic cause. And here they came to a curious open division. 'Be content, my father, she said; 'the money is my husband's, and is expended on his behalf.
Grifone stared. "Ebbene, Monsignore," said he, "your Grace will do well to attack." "Attack, man? when the fellow knows we are coming! Are you mad?" "Not so, my lord," replied the Secretary. "Bentivoglio does not know you are coming. What he knows is that you have said you are coming."
"Ebbene!" he continued, in an impressive, awestruck whisper. "He had to come out of his bed at night Santissima Maria! and it was the ghosts of all the people buried in San Marcuolo who dragged him and kicked him to teach him better, because he wanted to make believe the dead stayed in their graves! So where was the use of his Latin?"
He came close up to the brigand and spoke carelessly, with a slightly mocking smile playing round the corners of his mouth. "Ebbene!" he said, "you are caught at last, Carmelo! You called me here I am. What do you want with me, rascal?" Neri uttered a ferocious curse between his teeth, and looked for an instant like a wild beast ready to spring.
I wonder what those poor people do, now they are free, and deprived of the sweet, perilous luxury of defying their tyrants by constant acts of subtle disdain? Life in Venetia must be very dull: no more explosion of pasteboard petards; no more treason in bouquets; no more stealthy inscriptions on the walls it must be insufferably dull. Ebbene, pazienza! Perhaps Victor Emanuel may betray them yet.
I went into my salon and remained there writing. A few minutes after two o'clock had struck the door opened noiselessly, and Vincenzo, looking still very sleepy, appeared with an expression of inquiring anxiety. He smiled drowsily, and seemed relieved to see me sitting quietly in my accustomed place at the writing-table. I surveyed him with an air of affected surprise. "Ebbene, Vincenzo!
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