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Updated: June 1, 2025
"I, for my part, was in that situation the first time I clearly understood the mechanism of the London Exchange." Caesar continued down the Via Nazionale and stopped in a small square with a little garden and a palm.
It is my desire to be at peace with all men, and in Italy I have rarely failed to part with casual acquaintances even innkeepers and cocchieri on friendly terms; but my host of the Albergo Nazionale made it difficult to preserve good humour.
"May I come to-morrow?" he asked, as he closed the door of the carriage. The night was not cold and the window was down. "Please tell the coachman to take me to the Via Nazionale," she said quickly. "What number?" "Never mind he knows I have forgotten. Good-night." She tried to draw up the window, but Orsino held his hand on it. "May I come to-morrow?" he asked again. "No."
"Are you angry with me still?" "No." "Then why " "Let me shut the window. Take your hand away." Her voice was very imperative in the dark. Orsino relinquished his hold on the frame, and the pane ran up suddenly into its place with a rattling noise. There was obviously nothing more to be said. "Via Nazionale. The Signora says you know the house," he called to the driver.
They would continue their life as before, as though nothing had occurred. "This evening you will await me in the gardens of the Villa Nazionale.... Yes, there where you wished to kill me, you highwayman!..."
The weather was very dark but it held off from rain. Caesar took the Via Nazionale toward the centre of town. Among the crowd, some foreigners with red guide-books in their hands, were walking with long strides to see the sights of Rome, which the code of worldly snobbishness considers it indispensable to admire. Caesar had no settled goal.
And Pierre was surprised when the cabman told him the name of the column, for in his mind he had never pictured it soaring aloft in such a dazzling cavity with shadows all around. It was the column of Trajan. The Via Nazionale turned for the last time at the foot of the slope. And then other names fell hastily from the driver's lips as his horse went on at a fast trot.
I have loafed into Levanto, on the recommendation of an Irish friend who, it would seem, had reasons of his own for sending me there. "Try Levanto," he said. "A little place below Genoa. Nice, kindly people. And sunshine all the time. Hotel Nazionale. Yes, yes! The food is all right. Quite all right. Now please do not let us start that subject "
The Corso had not been widened and whitewashed; the Villa Aldobrandini had not been cut through to make the Via Nazionale; the south wing of the Palazzo Colonna still looked upon a narrow lane through which men hesitated to pass after dark; the Tiber's course had not then been corrected below the Farnesina; the Farnesina itself was but just under repair; the iron bridge at the Ripetta was not dreamed of; and the Prati di Castello were still, as their name implies, a series of waste meadows.
"I have to go to the Altemps palace a moment." "To see my uncle?" "Yes; then, if you feel like it, we can take a long walk." "Very good." They went towards the centre of the town by the Via Nazionale. It was a splendid sunny afternoon. Preciozi went into the Altemps palace a moment; Caesar waited for him in the street.
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