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If the time-worn adage, in vino veritas, is to be believed; it is certain that the wedding will not only take place soon, but that the favorite nephew of the Czar of all the Russias will himself appear in this charming romance of throbbing hearts, playing the role of best man." It was really too dreadful; my cheeks burned with mortification and anger.
According to him it was not so much a case of 'divino amore' as of 'amore di vino, and he was very anxious that the English maid should understand his pun. She laughed pretended showed off her few words of Italian. She thought Alfredo a funny, handsome little man, a sort of toy wound up, of which she could not understand the works. But after all he was a man; and the time slipped by.
"Oh, there are plenty of soldiers and women." "I should like always to live in London," repeated Gaspare, firmly. "Well perhaps you will. But remember we are all to be happy at the fair of San Felice." "Si, signore. But be careful, or Salvatore will make you buy him a donkey. He had a wine-shop once, long ago, in Marechiaro, and the wine Per Dio, it was always vino battezzato!"
There was Temple Grace, who had run through four fortunes, and ruined four sisters. Withered, though only thirty, one thing alone remained to be lost, what he called his honour, which was already on the scent to play booty. There was Cogit, who, when he was drunk, swore that he had had a father; but this was deemed the only exception to in vino Veritas.
The desolation of this distant city, with its foreground of squalid hovels, and ill-favoured wine shop and smithies where the very inscriptions, "Vino di Marino," or "Ferracocchio," or "Ova di Giornata," look as if a megalomaniac, escaped from an asylum, had dipped a brush into a paint-pot and splashed all over; this foreground of vague tombs, masonry heaven knows what, all flowered with huge wild mignonette; this other moving background of ragged peasants and unutterable galled horses; the desolation of this dead city which I feel behind those mediæval walls comes home to them, like the sting of the dust whirlpools and roar of the wind.
You were, I presume," he stirred a little heap of broken glass with his foot as he spoke, "vino gravatus when they relieved you of your tunic. But what has all this to do with me?" "Merely this," said General Clavering, "that your son is accused of having effected the prisoner's escape." Lord Dunseveric looked at Maurice, looked him quietly up and down, as if he saw him then for the first time.
You will see, dear reader, in the following chapter, the power of oaths over the vile soul of my odious companion, and also if I have not verified the saying 'In vino veritas', for in the story he told me the wretch had shewn himself in his true colours.
They were enormously increased by false and malicious stories to the effect that "contacts" were killed at the detention camp; that patients on arrival at the cholera hospital were given a drink of poisoned vino and instantly dropped dead; that the distilled water distributed free of charge was poisoned, and that the Americans were poisoning the wells.
Try him with more questions," suggested Hopkins, the other men murmuring assent, while the Indian glancing with his opaque, black eyes from one to another showed not how much he understood of what went on about him. "'In vino veritas," suggested Bradford with a smile. "Were it not well to give him something by way of welcome?" "Samoset like beer.
How many bottles of wine I drank between starting and returning I cannot compute; I never knew before what it was to be athirst. Why, their vino di Vesuvio is for all the world like cider; I thought at first I was being swindled not an impossible thing in these regions. I must tell you a story about a party of Americans I encountered at Bosco Reale."
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