Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !

Updated: June 10, 2025


Promising to return to them in an instant, he hastened to his cousin; but Mr. Arundel Dacre had already offered his arm, which, for Arundel Dacre, was really pretty well. The Duke was now glad that he had a small reunion this evening, as he could at once pay a courtesy to his foreign friends. He ran into the Signora's dressing-room, to assure her of his presence.

Mr Thorne did promise to sympathise; promised also to come and see the last of the Neros, to hear more of those fearful Roman days, of those light and innocent but dangerous hours which flitted by so fast on the shores of Como, and to make himself the confidant of the signora's sorrows. We need hardly say that he dropped all idea of warning his sister against the dangerous lady.

"For the signora's bed," he explained, and went to leave it in the bedroom. Then he came and sat down, apologizing for having left them so long, and commenced what would have been for his listeners a most interesting conversation if it had been after supper. He told how he had been there thirty years, first as student, then as frate, and finally as abbot.

"With the Tribune's reign commences a new era of nobility, when rank and knighthood shall be won by a man's own merit not that of his ancestors. Fear not, madam: in my house he shall know no slight." Ursula was moved from her pride by the kindness of Nina: she approached with involuntary reverence, and kissed the Signora's hand

"Did those who spoke to you agree as to what you are to receive?" "Yes, Signora. 'Tis the full price; and purchases the greater vendetta: unless of your benevolence you choose to content yourself with the lesser." "I understand you not," said the lady. "Ah; this is the Signora's first. The lesser vendetta, lady, is the death of the body only.

He might have thrown himself at the widow's feet, been accepted, and then returned to town a jolly, thriving wooer. The signora's jokes were bitter enough to Mr. Slope, but they were quite as bitter to Mr. Arabin. He still stood leaning against the fire-place, fumbling with his hands in his trousers pockets. "Come, come, Mr. Slope, don't be so bashful," continued the signora.

They said her manners were very haughty, her temper very violent; that she led the Inglese a very unhappy life; that there were a girl and a boy, both hers by a former marriage; but when closely questioned whether they were sure that the girl was the Signora's child by the former husband, or whether she was not the child of that husband by a former wife, they could not tell; they could only say that both were called by the same name Cicogna; that the boy was the Signora's favourite that indeed she seemed wrapt up in him; that he died of a rapid decline a few months after Mr.

'But do you know my daughter by sight? Surely you you must mean some one else. 'Do I know the signora's daughter? said the waiter. 'The beautiful young lady, with hair like Santa Marguerita, in the church of the Holy Trinity! I tell the signora, I saw her carried into numero 4, in the arms of the Signor Forestiere, who arrived this morning. 'Venetia is ill, said Lady Annabel.

When she came, did she look tired?" "Signore, the Signora's face was like the face of one who has been looked on by the evil eye." "Row quickly, Giovanni!" "Si, Signore." The men talked no more. When they came in sight of the island the last rays of the sun were striking upon the windows of the Casa del Mare.

'How stiff you are with me, Mrs Bold, said the signora; 'and I the while am doing for you all that one woman can do to serve another. A kind of thought came over the widow's mind that perhaps the signora's friendship was real; and that at any rate it could not hurt her; and another kind of thought, a glimmering of a thought, came to her also, that Mr Arabin was to precious to be lost.

Word Of The Day

ghost-tale

Others Looking