Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 9, 2025
'Then, the more must I respect it, Count Orso replies. The audience gave Austria credit for that much in a short murmur. Michiella's aside, 'Till anger seizes him I wait! created laughter; it came in contrast with an extraordinary pomposity of self-satisfaction exhibited by Count Orso the flower-faced, tun-bellied basso, Lebruno. It was irresistible. He stood swollen out like a morning cock.
"If I were a rogue," continued Brandolaccio, "a blackguard, a forger, I should only have to hold my wallet open, and the five-franc pieces would rain into it." "Then is there something inside your wallet that attracts them?" said Orso. "Nothing. But if I were to write to a rich man, as some people have written, 'I want a hundred francs, he would lose no time about sending them to me.
"If my sister were to play me such tricks," said Vincentello, "I'd soon cure her fancy for beginning them again." The words, and the tone in which they were uttered, offended Orso, and diminished his good-will. Glances that were anything but friendly were exchanged between him and the two young men.
"Is he still alive?" asked Orso, who could hardly breathe. "Oh! he wouldn't wish it! he'd be too much vexed about the bullet you put into his eye! Holy Madonna! What a hole! That's a good gun, upon my soul! what a weight! That spatters a man's brains for you!
At last the herdsmen departed, trotting rapidly off toward the village, but they stopped every here and there, at all the highest spots on the road, as though they were looking out for some hidden ambuscade, always keeping near enough to Orso and his sister to be able to come to their assistance if necessary. And old Polo Griffo said to his comrades: "I understand him! I understand him!
"Farewell, sir!" said the prefect, waving his hand. "I warn you that the sergeant of gendarmes will have orders to watch everything you do." When the prefect had departed "Orso," said Colomba, "this isn't the Continent. Orlanduccio knows nothing about your duels, and besides, that wretch must not die the death of a brave man." "Colomba, my dear, you are a clever woman.
On the mainland, Orso only saw his father at rare intervals, and it was not until 1815 that he found himself in the regiment he commanded. But the colonel, who was an inflexible disciplinarian, treated his son just like any other sub-lieutenant in other words, with great severity.
His daughter was singing at a broken-down piano; Orso was turning over the leaves of her music, and gazing at the fair singer's shoulders and golden hair. The prefect was announced, the piano stopped, the colonel got up, rubbed his eyes, and introduced the prefect to his daughter. "I do not introduce M. della Rebbia to you," said he, "for no doubt you know him already."
Orso had had time to forget the faces of his village neighbours; but the sight of the old man in green spectacles instantly called up old memories in his mind. His presence in attendance on the prefect sufficed to insure his recognition. This was Barricini, the lawyer, mayor of Pietranera, who had come, with his two sons, to show the prefect what a ballata was.
After having answered that he was doing as well as possible, Orso inquired, in his turn, whether Miss Nevil was still at Pietranera, and whether she had written to him. Colomba, bending over her brother, completely hid her companion from his sight, and indeed the darkness would have made any recognition difficult. She was holding one of Miss Nevil's hands.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking