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An account is given by Sir William Gell of an excursion by sea to the ruins of such a Roman villa on the promontory of Posilipo, to which he had taken Sir Walter in a boat on the 26th of January. Life, vol. x. pp. 157-8. For a picturesque sketch of Naples during the insurrection of 1647 see Sir Walter's article on Masaniello and the Duke of Guise. Foreign Quarterly Review, vol. iv. pp. 355-403.
But perhaps you can tell me something." "What is it, Signorino Marchesino?" said the man, looking eagerly at the cigarette case which was now open, and which displayed two tempting rows of fat Egyptian cigarettes reposing side by side. "Do you know a boat white with a green line which sometimes comes into the harbor from the direction of Posilipo? It was here this afternoon, or it passed here.
Upon the whole it was very humiliating; we could have wished to offer our excuses and regrets; but our silver seemed enough, and the gentle sisters fell back when we had given it. That was while we were driving toward Posilipo for the beauty of the prospect along the sea and shore, and for a sense of which any colored postal-card will suffice better than the most hectic word-painting.
Long before we approached this last bridge, however, the boat reached the diligence office, and our porter dived with us to the left, through a succession of courts and streets as high and gloomy as the cavern of Posilipo. We emerged into the Place de Terreaux, and took up our quarters opposite to the Hôtel de Ville, a formal, but fine old building.
Yet lines of innumerable lights described the suave curve of the bay, climbed the heights of Posilipo, were doubled in the oily waters of the harbour, spread abroad alluring gaiety in the wide piazzas, and shone like watchful and soliciting eyes from out the darkness of narrow street, steep lane, and cutthroat alley.
He was still engaged in talk with Mr. Grammont; and since I had no wish to meet him then, I walked along the road to Posilipo. Advocate: Did anything happen upon the road? Witness: I was violently sick, and, feeling very faint afterwards, lay down upon a slope at the side of the road under the shade of a tree, and rested there. Advocate: What happened next?
Then, one April afternoon on the Posilipo, a sailor climbed up with a note from him. The Consul-General said I lived here. If so, would I come to Bertolini's hotel at once? He was seriously ill. Neighbours once more! I left then and there, and was appalled at the change in him.
He related how, having seen us part, he had gone his way to Posilipo, and how, returning thence in the evening with a workman of his own, he had found the dead body of Grammont on the road, and had found me lying insensible at a little distance from it. A close cross-examination only served to prove the absolute solidity of this man's story.
To her mother it seemed as if she was a very long time coming; but at last her light step fell on the stairs, and she entered quickly. "Madre! How late you are! Where have you been?" "Am I late? I dined at the little restaurant at the top of the hill where the tram passes." "There? But you haven't been there all this time?" "No. Afterwards I took the tram to Posilipo and came home by boat.
Ferragut was reading the signs of the trattorias on both sides of the highway: "The Ledge of the Siren," "The Joy of Parthenope," "The Cluster of Flowers."... And meanwhile he was squeezing Freya's hand, putting his fingers upon the inner side of her wrist and caressing her skin that trembled at every touch. The coachman let the horse slowly ascend the continuous ascent of Posilipo.
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