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It seemed that the Marchese had no claim to connoisseurship in this field either, and he turned the conversation to acquaintances living in Naples, Rome, Milan, or Mantua, persons whom Casanova was not unlikely to have met. In this connection he also mentioned the name of Baron Perotti, but somewhat contemptuously. Casanova was constrained to admit that he often played cards at the Baron's house.
Remember how dreadfully anxious I must be to hear what passes: above all, the result of the medical examination specially the result of the medical examination." "I will not fail to come. I miei saluti, Signor Marchese." Doubts and Possibilities
One of her children, Beatrice, had been married in December, 1490, to Ludovico il Moro, the brilliant monster who was Regent of Milan in place of his nephew Giangaleazzo; her other daughter, Isabella, one of the most beautiful and magnificent women of her day, was married in 1490, when she was only sixteen years of age, to the Marchese Francesco Gonzaga of Mantua.
The sun had left the cathedral dome and the tower, the sky was full of light, the square swimming in shadow. "But can a man live," said the Marchese, "without having something he lives for: something he wishes for, or longs for, and tries that he may get?" "Impossible! Completely impossible!" said Argyle. "Man is a seeker, and except as such, he has no significance, no importance."
A chi lo dite!" returned the Marchese, giving her once more his hand to help her to rise from the sofa. As she did so she put into his hand, without any word of comment, but with a slight smile and a little momentary raising of her eyebrows, the two cards that Gigia had, a little while before, handed to her.
"What answer, I wonder, would he get if he were to speak to you as I spoke just now?" "He would never speak so, Signor Marchese; he would know that, whatever might have been the case in past years, alas! it would be useless or worse to speak so now. I do not say, indeed, that I have a sincere regard for the Marchese Ludovico.
"Yes, always always offensive, always cruel," she said, with extreme energy; "but can you not understand, Signor Marchese, can you not conceive that what from one man passes and makes no mark, and leaves no sting, may from another What cared I what all the empty-headed young fops who came in my way could say or do; they were nothing to me.
I think, Signor Ercole, that I will say good-morning now. You are going to the theatre, and I am waited for at the palazzo." And the Marchese did return to the palazzo, though nobody was specially waiting for him there. On the contrary, he told the servant in the hall to admit nobody, and when he reached his library, he shut the door and bolted it.
"Well, then, help them now," said Rivardi "Give them the chance to learn your secret!" Morgana moved away from the column where she had leaned, and came more fully into the broad moonlight. "My dear Marchese Giulio!" she said, indulgently, "You really are a positive child in your very optimistic look-out on the world of to-day!
"There are other attorneys in Ravenna, Signor Fortini." "Plenty, Signor Marchese; plenty who will be abundantly ready to do your bidding. But Giovacchino Fortini will not. Good heaven! I should expect to have my dear and honoured old friend and patron, your father, coming out of his grave to upbraid me.
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