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Updated: June 17, 2025
'And where is he now? 'He is at home. O Nicoletta, where is the Giovann'? The comely young woman with the baby came in. 'He is with the band, she said. The old landlord looked at her with pride. 'This is my daughter-in-law, he said. She smiled readily to the Signora. 'And the baby? we asked. 'Mio figlio, cried the young woman, in the strong, penetrating voice of these women.
Then his heart melted. An indescribable peace filled the starry spaces, where the music of the spheres flung out its great, still, profound sheets of water.... He got up. He was exalted with a silent, holy enthusiasm. "... Or vedi, figlio, tra Beatrice e te e questo muro...." Between Beatrice and himself, the wall was broken down.
Speak the truth, figlio mio, and the police will be very kind to you. I promise." "I know nothing," quavered the child. "My father is a good man. They told me the Chief was dead, but I did not kill him. I only hid." "Who told you the Chief was dead?" "I do not remember." "Who told you to hide?" "I do not remember, Si'or."
"His manner was very affectionate, and in the course of the conversation he called me 'caro mio' and 'figlio mio' several times. We could not desire to leave a more favorable impression than exists here in regard to us and our part in the recent transaction, and we have the sympathy of the Pope and the Propaganda.
The sorrowful destiny of the "infelice Duca," who had once boasted himself to be the favourite of fortune "Il Figlio della Fortuna" became the burden of popular poetry, alike in France and Italy. Jean d'Auton himself gives vent to his feelings in an elegy on the vanity of earthly glories
By the time O'Cuccolillo appears on the scene the crowd has thickened. You explain the business for the fiftieth time; no he is Luigi, of course, but not the right Luigi, which he regrets considerably. Then the joke is made clear to him, and he laughs again. You have lost all your nerve, but the villagers are beginning to love you, "Can it be O'Sciabecchino?" "Or the figlio d' O'Chiappino?"
And when it did not come to lift me out of the shadow, I longed to carry my broken heart into some holy Sisterhood and be at rest I felt no strength to live. I thought it might have been the will of the Madre Sanctissima, for she hath suffered; and I know not how to live without my figlio dilettissimo." Then suddenly she clasped her hands crying out with the passion of prayer: "My God!
"Guardando nel suo figlio con l' amore Che l' uno e l' altro eternalmente spire, Lo primo ed ineffabile Valore, Quanto per mente o per loco si gira Con tanto ordine fe', ch' esser non puote Senza gustar di lui ehi cio rimira "
"The moment for the accomplishment of the Queen's darling hope was now at hand: she was about to become a mother. "It had been agreed between Her Majesty and myself, that I was to place myself so near the accoucheur, Vermond, as to be the first to distinguish the sex of the new-born infant, and if she should be delivered of a Dauphin to say, in Italian, 'Il figlio e nato.
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