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Updated: June 1, 2025
One morning, after the solemn ceremony had been celebrated in which all the women of the house issued into the corridor swinging their night service, there burst from Dona Violante's room a clamour of shouts, weeping, stamping and vociferation. The landlady, the Biscayan and several of the boarders tiptoed into the corridor to pry.
"You have read good descriptions of battles, I see." Mrs. Riccabocca, who thought this remark a taunt upon her step-daughter's studies, hastened to Violante's relief. "Her papa made her read the history of Italy, and I believe that is full of battles." HARLEY. "All history is, and all women are fond of war and of warriors. I wonder why?" "We can guess why, can we not?"
I have throughly changed her. Praise be to God!" Hardly had the good Brother gone down the stairs when Messire Philippe de Coetquis ran up them and scratched at Madame Violante's door. She welcomed him with a beaming smile, and led him into a closet, furnished with carpets and cushions galore, wherein he had never been admitted before. From this he augured well.
Those objections which the Austrian government might take to Violante's marriage with some obscure Englishman would probably not exist against a man like Harley L'Estrange, whose family not only belonged to the highest aristocracy of England, but had always supported opinions in vogue amongst the leading governments of Europe.
She believes, in a word, that one who seems to have gained the mastery over her affections with a strange suddenness, is but blind to her charms because dazzled by Violante's. "But who is the man whom the fair Beatrice has thus honoured? Superb creature! I had some idea of her myself when I bought up her debts; but it might have embarrassed me, in more general plans, as regards the count.
But I don't think she is a woman to be caught by mere rank and fortune! Do you? Why can't you speak?" "If you do not get her consent soon, I think she is lost to you," said Randal, slowly; and before Frank could recover his dismay, glided from the house. Violante's first evening at the Lansmeres had passed more happily to her than the first evening under the same roof had done to Helen.
Ah, I am by your side, I, Violante!" The voice thrilled to Violante's heart. She started, looked up, but nothing was seen of the man's face, what with the hat and cloak, save a mass of raven curls, and a beard of the same hue. The count now threw open the door, dragging after him his sister, who still clung round him. "Ha, that is well!" he cried to the man, in Italian.
Ah, I am by your side, I, Violante!" The voice thrilled to Violante's heart. She started, looked up, but nothing was seen of the man's face, what with the hat and cloak, save a mass of raven curls, and a beard of the same hue. The count now threw open the door, dragging after him his sister, who still clung round him. "Ha, that is well!" he cried to the man, in Italian.
He sat listening to Leonard's warm yet unpretending eloquence, that eloquence which flows so naturally from genius, when thoroughly at its ease, and not chilled back on itself by hard, unsympathizing hearers; listened, yet more charmed, to the sentiments less profound, yet no less earnest, sentiments so feminine, yet so noble, with which Violante's fresh virgin heart responded to the poet's kindling soul.
Therefore, though I cannot guess what plan he may possibly adopt, I never doubt that some plan, formed with cunning and pursued with daring, will be embraced the moment he discovers Violante's retreat, unless, indeed, we can forestall all peril by the restoration of her father, and the detection of the fraud and falsehood to which Peschiera owes the fortune he appropriates.
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