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Updated: May 12, 2025
Signor Emilio del Cavalieri was the composer, and he triumphantly announced his music as that "of the ancients recovered," having power to "excite grief, pity, joy and pleasure." These two "musical dramas," as they were called, contained the germs of modern opera, despite their crudities of harmony and monotonous melody.
The Marchesino got up and stood in front of Artois. The ugly, cat-like look had come into his face, changing it from its usual boyish impudence to a hardness that suggested age. At that moment he looked much older than he was. "Be careful, Emilio!" he said. "I am Neapolitan, and I do not allow myself to be insulted." His gray eyes contracted.
Thus at the end of the opera, Emilio and Massimilla were alone, and holding hands they listened together to the duet that finishes Il Barbiere. "There is nothing but music to express love," said the Duchess, moved by that song as of two rapturous nightingales.
Don Emilio Aguinaldo y Famy, President of the Revolutionary Government of the Philippines, and General in Chief of Its Army. Of the Revolutionary Government.
When the twelve white cows of Emilio were occasionally allowed an outing, and could be seen glimmering among the ancient olive trees, the Storm-cloud walked with them; early in the morning, when the gray-blue of mountain and sky was framed like star sapphires in the silver of gnarled trunks and feathery branches; or else early in the evening, when the moon-dawn had come.
He opened a drawer in the table, took out many small boxes and arranged them before him. Each box was carefully wrapped in stout paper, securely tied, and sealed with red wax. Standing there, firm, impassive, with narrowed eyes, he began reading the names: "Adams Auchincloss Brodeur Cracowicz Daimamoto Emilio Frazier "
If I have done my duty and look in the face of my dear Matthew and his wife! Ah, those two! They are loved. They will be loved all over Europe. He works for Europe and America all civilized people to be one country. He is the comrade of his boys. Out of school hours, it is Christian names all round Matthew, Emile, Adolf, Emilio, Giulio, Robert, Marcel, Franz, et caetera.
It is true! Perhaps you are blind, perhaps you see nothing. I do not know. But I know that I am not blind. I love, and I see. I see, I have always seen that he Emilio loves the Signorina, that he loves her madly, that he wishes, that he means to keep her for himself. Did he not hide with her in the cave, in the Grotto of Virgil, that night when I came to serenade her on the sea?
"Yes, Senor," said Don Cosme: "a gentleman from Vera Cruz, who formerly visited our family." I thought I could perceive a desire upon the part of our host not to speak further on this subject, and yet I felt a sudden, and, strange to say, a painful curiosity to know more about Don Emilio, the American, and his connection with our newly-made acquaintance.
"What do you think, Emilio caro?" he asked. Then before Artois could reply, he said: "After all, what do a few soldi matter? Who could sleep in a room on such a night? It might be August, when one bathes at midnight, and sings canzoni till dawn. Let us do as he says. Let us rest in the what is the pool?" he asked of the fishermen, pretending not to know the name.
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