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Its green mildewed terraces and crumbling deities of fountain and ilex grove had no charm for her, and as a rule she and her friends preferred the crowded Lung'Arno and Cascine on the days when there was music, but this Thursday she had suggested that they should come across the river.
If we keep near to the bridge we shall be sure to see him well he is staying on the Lung'Arno, you know." "But what has given you such a sudden fancy to see Montanelli? You never used to care about famous preachers." "It is not famous preachers; it is the man himself; I want to see how much he has changed since I saw him last." "When was that?" "Two days after Arthur's death."
Martini glanced at her anxiously. They had come out on to the Lung'Arno, and she was staring absently across the water, with a look on her face that he hated to see. "Gemma, dear," he said after a moment; "are you going to let that miserable business haunt you all your life? We have all made mistakes when we were seventeen."
One evening, on coming out of the cafè, the moon was shining so brightly and clearly, that I involuntarily bent my steps towards the river; I walked along the Lung'Arno, enjoying the heavenly moonlight "the night of cloudless climes and starry skies!" A purer silver light never kissed the brow of Endymion.
The carriage crossed the bridge and drove up to a large house on the Lung'Arno. Montanelli was leaning back on the cushions as if too tired to care any longer for the enthusiastic crowd which had collected round the door to catch a glimpse of him. The inspired look that his face had worn in the Cathedral had faded quite away and the sunlight showed the lines of care and fatigue.
It was not a day for music, but the sun shone, and many idle Florentines drove, or rode, or walked by the Lung'Arno to the Rajah's monument, passing and repassing the bench where Olive sat with Madame de Sarivière's stout and elderly German Fräulein.
I wanted to speak to you about the news from Rome. It is said that a commission is to be appointed to draw up a project for a municipal constitution." GEMMA and the Gadfly walked silently along the Lung'Arno. His feverish talkativeness seemed to have quite spent itself; he had hardly spoken a word since they left Riccardo's door, and Gemma was heartily glad of his silence.
"No," she answered; "I should like a walk if you have time; but not to the hills. Let us keep along the Lung'Arno; Montanelli will pass on his way back from church and I am like Grassini I want to see the notability." "But you have just seen him." "Not close. There was such a crush in the Cathedral, and his back was turned to us when the carriage passed.
Ser Giovanni took up a glass and polished it vigorously with the napkin he carried always over his arm before he filled it with red Chianti. He had never had a foreigner in his house before, but he had heard many tales about them from the waiters in the great Anglo-American hotels on the Lung'Arno, and he knew that they craved for warmth and an unlimited supply of hot water and tea.
"Yes, Bellina is in spirits, but she will not run away from Giovanni," he said, trying not to seem surprised that she should curtail their drive. They crossed the wide gravelled space outside the gardens and walked towards the town by the Lung'Arno.
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