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Updated: May 9, 2025
One day, Audley Egerton, standing mournfully by the window of the sitting-room appropriated to his private use, saw the two, whom he believed still betrothed, take their way across the park, side by side. "Pray Heaven, that she may atone to him for all!" murmured Audley. "But ah, that it had been Violante!
After a long pause, in which Leonard recovered slowly from the surprise and agitation into which Violante had thrown his spirits previously excited as they were he went, murmuring to himself, towards the house. But Riccabocca was from home.
One day you will come back to your mother's cottage, and say, 'I have conquered fortune. Oh that I could go forth and return, as you will! But my father has no country, and his only child is a useless girl." As Violante spoke, Leonard had dried his tears: her emotion distracted him from his own. "Oh," continued Violante, again raising her head loftily, "what it is to be a man!
Moreover, Harley has blazed forth again in the London world, and promises again de faire fureur; but he has always found time to spend some hours in the twenty-four at his father's house. He has continued much the same tone with Violante, and she begins to accustom herself to it, and reply saucily. His calm courtship to Helen flows on in silence.
It was a pompous business the nuns of San Vincenzio, two and two, with lighted tapers; their friends of the world, ladies in hoops and feathers, attendant cavaliers; Donna Violante, widow of the Grand Prince Ferdinand, deceased a stout black-eyed woman of middle age, under-dressed and over-painted.
There is nothing I should like so much almost nothing," replied Paolina, looking up into her face, with her own still crimson. "Tell me, then, if you ever heard my name mentioned in connection with that of the Marchese Ludovico?" said Violante, looking with a rather sad and subdued, but yet arch, smile into Paolina's eyes.
Who on earth could ever have told you so monstrous an untruth? Allow me to assure you that I never said anything of the kind." "Oh, Signor Dottore, I am so glad to hear you say so. What lies people do tell, to be sure; I am sure it was a very good thought of the Contessa Violante to tell me to come to you; and since you say that the poor child is innocent, as innocent she is, as the child unborn "
That is a most loving and splendid tribute for one man to pay another. Not long after Giorgione died, and Titian took up his unfinished work, doing it as well as his own. There was a brilliant and mature artist called Palma Vecchio, in Venice, and Titian painted in his studio, where he saw and loved Vecchio's daughter, Violante.
His only apparent deviation into profusion consists in the erection of a chapel to his sainted namesake, to whom he burns many a votive taper, the tapers are especially tall, and their sconces are wreathed with garlands, whenever a letter with the foreign postmark brings good news of the absent Violante and her English lord.
As Violante became more familiar with her new home, and those around her became more familiar with Violante, she was remarked for a certain stateliness of manner and bearing, which, had it been less evidently natural and inborn, would have seemed misplaced in the daughter of a forlorn exile, and would have been rare at so early an age among children of the loftiest pretensions.
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