American Illustrated Magazine, Volume 37Crowell-Collier Publishing Company, 1894 |
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... leave statecraft in such able hands , while he himself indulged his jovial dis- position in sportive pastimes , or ... Leaving aside the national aspirations and ca- pacities that naturally existed in Italy from the time of ancient Rome ...
... leave statecraft in such able hands , while he himself indulged his jovial dis- position in sportive pastimes , or ... Leaving aside the national aspirations and ca- pacities that naturally existed in Italy from the time of ancient Rome ...
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... leave the country . Italy replies that Napoleon III . was paid with Savoy and Nice , and that her feelings are as ever kindly toward France , but that these cannot be allowed to go so far as to let her have her own way just now ...
... leave the country . Italy replies that Napoleon III . was paid with Savoy and Nice , and that her feelings are as ever kindly toward France , but that these cannot be allowed to go so far as to let her have her own way just now ...
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... leave you , or murder you themselves . Do not go . " I still thought that I might succeed , and again begged to be allowed to proceed . The commandant hes- itated , the more so as I showed him a permit to pass , given me by Osman Pasha ...
... leave you , or murder you themselves . Do not go . " I still thought that I might succeed , and again begged to be allowed to proceed . The commandant hes- itated , the more so as I showed him a permit to pass , given me by Osman Pasha ...
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... leave the horses - we went on as fast as pos- sible , and soon lost sight of our pursuers ; but we did not slacken our pace materially till we reached Blaschnitzchevo , where we halted for ten minutes , but whence we were once more ...
... leave the horses - we went on as fast as pos- sible , and soon lost sight of our pursuers ; but we did not slacken our pace materially till we reached Blaschnitzchevo , where we halted for ten minutes , but whence we were once more ...
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... leave me to my- self ! " she interrupted , and the old spinster beat a hasty retreat from the room , drawing Esther with her . Bruna was alone with her own thoughts . How long she stood there , staring blankly into Vol . XXXVII . , No ...
... leave me to my- self ! " she interrupted , and the old spinster beat a hasty retreat from the room , drawing Esther with her . Bruna was alone with her own thoughts . How long she stood there , staring blankly into Vol . XXXVII . , No ...
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Page 544 - Are there such idle rumors?" asked Beatrice, with the music of a pleasant laugh. "Do people say that I am skilled in my father's science of plants? What a jest is there! No; though I have grown up among these flowers, I know no more of them than their hues and perfume; and sometimes methinks I would fain rid myself of even that small knowledge. There are many flowers here, and those not the least brilliant, that shock and offend me when they meet my eye. But pray, signor, do not believe these stories...
Page 542 - She lifted the bouquet from the ground, and then, as if inwardly ashamed at having stepped aside from her maidenly reserve to respond to a stranger's greeting, passed swiftly homeward through the garden. But, few as the moments were, it seemed to Giovanni, when she was on the point of vanishing beneath the sculptured portal, that his beautiful bouquet was already beginning to wither in her grasp. It was an idle thought ; there could be no possibility of distinguishing a faded flower from a fresh...
Page 545 - ... richness, as if by steeping them in her heart ? A faintness passed like a shadow over Giovanni, and flitted away ; he seemed to gaze through the beautiful girl's eyes into her transparent soul, and felt no more doubt or fear. The tinge of passion that had colored Beatrice's manner vanished: she became gay, and appeared to derive a pure delight from her communion with the youth, not unlike what the maiden of a lonely island might have felt, conversing with a voyager from the civilized world.
Page 550 - Never! never! I dreamed only to love thee and be with thee a little time, and so to let thee pass away, leaving but thine image in mine heart; for, Giovanni, believe it, though my body be nourished with poison, my spirit is God's creature, and craves love as its daily food.
Page 549 - Again Giovanni sent forth a breath, deeper, longer, and imbued with a venomous feeling out of his heart: he knew not whether he were wicked, or only desperate. The spider made a convulsive gripe with his limbs and hung dead across the window. "Accursed! accursed!
Page 550 - Thou! Dost thou pray?" cried Giovanni, still with the same fiendish scorn. "Thy very prayers, as they come from thy lips, taint the atmosphere with death. Yes, yes; let us pray! Let us to church, and dip our fingers in the holy water at the portal! They that come after us will perish as by a pestilence. Let us sign crosses in the air! It will be scattering curses abroad in the likeness of holy symbols!
Page 547 - Giovanni's face evinced many contending emotions. The tone in which the professor alluded to the pure and lovely daughter of Rappaccini was a torture to his soul; and yet the intimation of a view of her character, opposite to his own, gave instantaneous distinctness to a thousand dim suspicions, which now grinned at him like so many demons. But he strove hard to quell them and to respond to Baglioni with a true lover's perfect faith. "Signor professor...
Page 550 - ... why dost thou join thyself with me thus in those terrible words ? I, it is true, am the horrible thing thou namest me. But thou, — what hast thou to do, save with one other shudder at my hideous misery to go forth out of the garden and mingle with thy race, and forget that there ever crawled on earth such a monster as poor Beatrice ? " " Dost thou pretend ignorance ? " asked Giovanni, scowling upon her. "Behold! this power have I gained from the pure daughter of Rappaccini.
Page 542 - ... no cause that he could discern, unless it were the atmosphere of her breath. Again Beatrice crossed herself and sighed heavily as she bent over the dead insect. An impulsive movement of Giovanni drew her eyes to the window. There she beheld the beautiful head of the young man — rather a Grecian than an Italian head, with fair, regular features, and a glistening of gold among his ringlets — gazing down upon her like a being that hovered in mid-air. Scarcely knowing what he did, Giovanni threw...
Page 540 - Ascending to his chamber, he seated himself near the window, but within the shadow thrown by the depth of the wall, so that he could look down into the garden with little risk of being discovered. All beneath his eye was a solitude. The strange plants were basking in the sunshine, and now and then nodding gently to one another, as if in acknowledgment of sympathy and kindred.