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In another second the turbaned, scimitared figures were leaping on board. The Genoese still lay flat offering no resistance, but Lanty and Arthur stood on either side of the ladder, and hurled back the two who first approached; but four or five more rushed upon them, and they would have been instantly cut down, had it not been for a shout from the Genoese, 'Franchi!
"He is the ex-cardinal Franchi. You know him by reputation, of course." "Wasn't he suspended for heresy? I have, I think, seen some of his books." "He is a great scholar and a delightful writer. No one has gone more deeply into mediæval Church history and modern theological criticism.
"Compromising very," murmured Franchi, feebly, leaning back out of the range of Orsetti's arm. "The Red count was a communist, we all know," observed Malatesta. "Mon cher! he was a poet also," responded Orazio. Orazio's languor never interfered with his love of scandal. "When any lady struck his fancy, Marescotti made a sonnet a damaging practice. These sonnets are a diary of his life.
He bit off the stream of libel that had risen to his lips and armed himself in a careful silence, while the Spaniard cocked an inquiring dark eye at his brooding profile. In the Jardin Anglais they overtook Dr. Franchi and his niece, making their way to the Assembly Hall. The ex-cardinal was greatly moved. "Poor Dr. Chang," he lamented, "and Burnley too, of all men!
"Give me time! give me time!" was Franchi's answer. He raised his head, and eyed them all with a look of feigned surprise. "Is it possible no one has heard it?" He was answered by a general protest that nothing had been heard. "Nobody knows what has happened at the Universo?" Franchi asked with unusual energy. "No, no!" burst forth from Malatesta and Orsetti. "No, no!" sounded from behind.
Il Moro executed many portraits, and his heads are in truth beautiful to a marvel, and very good likenesses of those whom they were meant to represent. At Verona he executed a portrait of Count Francesco Sanbonifazio, who, on account of the length of his body, was called the Long Count; with that of one of the Franchi, which was an amazing head. He also painted the portrait of Messer Girolamo Verit
It is this cursed air. Per Bacco! it will infect me. Why, oh! why, my penates, was I born at Lucca? It is the dullest place. No one ever draws a knife, or fights a duel, or runs away with his neighbor's wife. Why don't they? It would be excitement. Cospetto! we marry, and are given in marriage, and breed like pigeons in our own holes. Come, Franchi, have you no news? Wake up, man!
Later in the day I was compelled to bid good-bye to Madame de Franchi and her son, and set out for Paris; but before I left Lucien told me how in his family his father had appeared to him on his death-bed, and that, not only at death, but at any great crisis in life, an apparition appeared. He was certain by his own depression that his brother Louis was suffering.
I know the lady by sight a little English beau" "Scandal! Who is the man? By God, I'll have his blood within this very hour!" Nobili is now wrought up beyond all endurance. "You can't," says Orazio Franchi, tapping his heel upon the marble pavement. "He's gone." "Gone! I'll follow him to hell!" roars Nobili "Who is he?"
Franchi, observing the young journalist with approbation, liking his sensitive and polite face, saw it grow suddenly sullen, even spiteful, at the sound of a voice raised in conversation not far from him. "Perhaps you will do me the honour of lunching with me, M. Kratzky. I have a little party coming, including Suliman Bey...."
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