guicciola

Updated: May 29, 2025

I staggered upstairs; the Guicciola came to meet me smiling, while I could hardly say, 'Where is he Sapete alcuna cosa di Shelley? They knew nothing; he had left Pisa on Sunday; on Monday he had sailed; there had been bad weather Monday afternoon; more they knew not."

Edwin Watts Chubb - Stories of Authors, British and American