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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Count Nobili" Nera's tempting looks spoke more than words "come and sit down by me." She signed to him to place himself upon the sofa. Nobili rose as she bade him. He came upon his fate without a word. Seated so near to Nera, he gazed into her starry eyes, and felt it did him good.
Following in the steps of Claudius, Manius Curius built from the proceeds of the Pyrrhic spoil a second aqueduct for the capital ; and some years previously with the gains of the Sabine war he opened up for the Velino, at the point above Terni where it falls into the Nera, that broader channel in which the stream still flows, with a view to drain the beautiful valley of Rieti and thereby to gain space for a large burgess settlement along with a modest farm for himself.
Every justification suddenly leaves him. He is utterly confounded. The gossip of the club Count Marescotti and his miserable verses the marchesa herself what are they all beside the purity of those saint-like eyes? Nera, too false, fickle, sensual Nera a mere thing of flesh and blood he had left her for Nera! Was he mad?
She is a stunner." After Orazio had ventured this observation about Nera Boccarini, Prince Ruspoli brought his small, steely eyes to bear upon him with a fixed stare. Orazio affected total unconsciousness, but he quailed inwardly. The others silently watched Ruspoli.
"No, not the cause," answered Marchesa Boccarini. The elder sisters echoed "Not the cause." "It was the ribbon," continued the marchesa. "Nera was entangled with the ribbon when she rose; she did not know it." "I ought to have held her up," returned Nobili with a glance at Nera, who, with a kind of queenly calm, looked him full in the face with her bold, black eyes.
It was this that made Nera so attractive. She was perfectly natural and unconventionally bold "like an English mees," it was said with looks of horror. The Boccarini were in reality so poor that it was no uncommon thing for them to remain at home because they could not afford to buy new dresses in which to display themselves. Lucca is so small, every one's clothes are known.
Here and there a rusty nail had given way, and the stuff fell in downward folds. Nobili paused. His head was hot and dizzy. He had dined well, and he had drunk freely. Something in the face and figure of the girl recalled Nera to him, or he fancied it his mind being full of her.
At Foligno the passes of the Apennines debouch into the Umbrian plain, which slopes gradually toward the valley of the Tiber, and from it the valley of the Nera is reached by an easy ascent beneath the walls of Spoleto.
Indeed, I waited until your daughter" and he glanced at Nera "could receive me, and satisfy me herself she was not hurt. I longed to make my penitent excuses for the accident." "Oh! it was nothing," said Nera, with a smile, answering for her mother. "What I suffered, no words can tell," continued, Nobili. "Even now I shudder to think of it to be the cause "
"I assure you, marchesa, it was the horror of what I had done that kept me from calling on you." This was not true, and Nera knew it was not true. Nobili had not come, because he dreaded his weakness and her power. Nobili had not come, because he doted on Enrica to that excess, a thought alien to her seemed then to him a crime. What folly! Now he knew Enrica better! All that was changed.
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