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Updated: June 1, 2025
VIOLANTE. "Take the child Beatrice from Dante's life, and should we have a Dante? What is a poet's genius but the voice of its emotions? All things in life and in Nature influence genius; but what influences it the most are its own sorrows and affections." Helen looks softly into Violante's eloquent face, and draws nearer to her in tender silence.
As while she said this she moved on, Harley was left by Violante's side. "You will be very dull here, I fear, my poor child," said he. "Dull! But why will you call me child? Am I so very very child-like?" "Certainly, you are to me, a mere infant. Have I not seen you one; have I not held you in my arms?" VIOLANTE. "But that was a long time ago!" HARLEY. "True.
Ah, Signorina, do not think of me save as an instrument towards the fulfilment of duties so high and sacred! think but of your ancestors, your father, your native land, and reject not the proud occasion to prove how you revere them all!" Violante's heart was touched at the right chord.
In a very few words he informed Frank of Violante's disappearance and of his reasons for suspecting the count.
The philosopher, unchanged by his brightening prospects, so far as the outer man was concerned, still characterized by the red umbrella and the accustomed pipe, took the way mechanically towards the sunniest quarter of the grounds, now and then glancing tenderly at Violante's downcast, melancholy face, but not speaking; only, at each glance, there came a brisker cloud from the pipe, as if obedient to a fuller heave of the heart.
"If knowledge be power," soliloquized Randal, "ability is certainly good luck, as Miss Edgeworth shows in that story of Murad the Unlucky, which I read at Eton; very clever story it is, too. So nothing comes amiss to me. Violante's escape, which has cost me the count's L10,000, proves to be worth to me, I dare say, ten times as much. No doubt she'll have a hundred thousand pounds at the least.
Here, after our friend's flight, here is Peschiera's avowal of guilty passion; here, he swears that he had intrigued to ruin his benefactor, in order to pollute the home that had sheltered him. Ah, see how she answers! thank Heaven her own eyes were opened at last, and she scorned him before she died! She was innocent! I said so. Violante's mother was pure. Poor lady, this moves me!
"Why should this young man have so sounded me as to Violante's chance of losing fortune if she married, an Englishman?" "Did he? Oh, pooh! Excuse him. It was but his natural wish to seem ignorant of all about me. He did not know enough of my intimacy with you to betray my secret." But he knew enough of it must have known enough to have made it right that he should tell you I was in England.
"What!" said Violante, with a look of surprise, and a sadness not unmixed with petulance in her quick tone. "What! does he then so grieve that Helen prefers another?" Despite the grave emotions that disturbed his mind, Mr. Dale was struck by Violante's question, and the voice in which it was said. He loved her tenderly. "Child, child," said he, "I am glad that Helen has escaped Lord L'Estrange.
But, peste, mon cher, your fall has been from a great height, and any other man would have broken his bones." "Strength is ever light," said the count, smiling; "and it does not fall; it leaps down and rebounds." Levy looked at the count, and blamed himself for having disparaged Peschiera and overrated Randal. While this conference went on, Harley was by Violante's side.
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