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The girl who is poor like me is always beautiful; but she never thinks of it as we do. She becomes a governess, or perhaps an artiste; or even she will make dresses, or at the worst tapisserie." "And this she says to you to you!" cried the Contessa, with flaming eyes. "Oh, restrain yourself, Madama! It does not matter at all. She makes the great marriage just the same.
But now, on this awful evening of crimson-lake, it seemed only prudent to face the prospect of his falling into the nets which were spread for him.... Susan the sister-in-law of a Contessa. Susan the wife of the man whose urbanity made all Tilling polite to each other, Susan a Wyse of Whitchurch! It made Miss Mapp feel positively weary of earth....
You have heard perhaps of the Contessa in England, Mr. "Trevor," said Jock. "And you pronounce it just like this Mis-ter? I want to know; for perhaps I shall have to stay here. There is not known very much about me. Nor do I know myself. But if the Contessa finds for me I am quite mad," said the girl suddenly. "I am telling you and of course it is a secret.
He always thought that Italy had been "made too quick," as they say that our day of trial and weakness was not done.... But, Gesu mio! if he had not left me so much of life. Eleanor raised her head. 'I, too, she said, almost in a whisper 'I, too, have lost a son. But he was a little fellow. The Contessa looked at her in astonishment and burst into tears.
To Nina it all meant nothing. Once or twice she had heard the name of the celebrated dancer, but it merely brushed through her perceptions like other fleeting suggestions; nothing ever had brought it to a full stop. The talk turned on other topics, and as the meal was very short, only five courses, the princess, the contessa, and Nina soon withdrew to another room.
Fraulein departed into the house, Hermione took up her embroidery, the little Contessa took a book, Miss Bradley was weaving a basket out of fine grass, and there they all were on the lawn in the early summer afternoon, working leisurely and spattering with half-intellectual, deliberate talk. Suddenly there was the sound of the brakes and the shutting off of a motor-car.
Except in this way, however, they seldom approached or said a word to each other that any one saw. During the long morning, which the Contessa spent in her room, appearing only at luncheon, Bice too was invisible.
"I think," said Lucy, with that disapproval which she could not altogether restrain, "that it is very wonderful, when it is so fine, that we never heard it before " "Ah, Bice," cried the Contessa, "our dear lady is determined that she will not be pleased to-night. We had prepared a little surprise, and it is a failure. She will not understand that we love to please.
Burgoyne. The Contessa was old enough to be her mother. A daughter whom she had lost in infancy would have been Eleanor's age, if she had lived. 'Madame, let me give you a piece of advice' she said suddenly, taking Eleanor's hands in both her own 'leave this place. It does not suit you. These rooms are too rough for you or let me carry you off to the Palazzo, where I could look after you.
I'm Paklin, Sila Paklin, you know, Nejdanov's friend. Do come home with me. I live quite near here. Do come!" "Io sono contessa Rocca di Santo Fiume!" the lady said softly, but in a wonderfully pure Russian accent. "Contessa! nonsense! Do come in and let us talk about old times " "Where do you live?" the Italian countess asked suddenly in Russian. "I'm in a hurry."
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