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Updated: May 10, 2025
"So it is a satisfaction, is it?" he asked, with a gleam of pleasure in his deep-set eyes. "If you had been educated under the supervision of the eccellentissima casa Montevarchi, you would understand what a blessed institution marriage is! You what shall I call you your name is Giovanni, is it not?" "Yes Giovanni. Do you like the name?" "No it reminds me of the head of John the Baptist.
The boy gazed and knitted his brow; then, without any pantomime, looked up and spoke. 'The Eccellentissima shall be a bride once more, he says, explained the man, 'but after a sort he cannot understand. It is exhausting, lady, thus to gaze into the invisible future; the boy becomes confused and exhausted ere long. 'Once more I will only ask of the past. My cousin, is he married or a widower?
On the big sheet of thick hand-made paper, that lay on the desk, scribbled over with rough calculations in violet ink, there were a number of trial impressions of the old stamp he had once been so proud to use. It bore a rough representation of the Conti eagle, encircled by the legend: "Eccellentissima Casa Conti." When his eyes fell upon it, they filled with tears.
"Eccellentissima, the Lord Chamberlain hath not stayed his foot since this horror began nor may we see his face until he hath done the possible to gather strength for an uprising to chase these devils of Naples." "Dear men!" she cried, "it is a task! I speak, not to stay your loyal hands, but to open your eyes that ye be prepared and fail not.
He loved the "Eccellentissima Casa," the checky eagle, the Velasquez portraits and his dingy office, but he never had spoken with the Princess, her son, his wife, or his sister Clementina, without a distinct feeling of disapproving aversion. The old Prince had been different.
"Will you not sit down, Eccellentissima?" she murmured deferentially. "No, I am in haste!" replied Gherardi, glancing carelessly about him "My carriage waits outside. There is strange news in Rome to- night! The famous artist, Angela Sovrani, has been found in her studio, murdered!" The padrona uttered a little cry. "Murdered!" "So it seems! Here are the papers from which they cry the news.
'Enough, enough, said de; 'I could as little bear to hear as he to see. It is what we have ever known and feared. And now' she blushed as she spoke 'sir, you will leave me one of those potions that Signor Renato is wont to compound. 'Capisco! said Ercole; 'but the Eccellentissima shall be obeyed if she will supply the means, for the expense will be heavy.
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