American Illustrated Magazine, Volume 37Crowell-Collier Publishing Company, 1894 |
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... stood before the huge chimneypiece ' 661 Bust of Mazzini in Central Park , New York ; Giu- seppe Mazzini in Exile ... 37 May . Illustrated Poem . Drawn by W. E. F. Britten 637 Medical Education in France : 40 Entrance to the Paris Ecole ...
... stood before the huge chimneypiece ' 661 Bust of Mazzini in Central Park , New York ; Giu- seppe Mazzini in Exile ... 37 May . Illustrated Poem . Drawn by W. E. F. Britten 637 Medical Education in France : 40 Entrance to the Paris Ecole ...
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... stood a coffeepot and sev- eral cups . One of the women arose upon our en- tering , took our cards and led us into a room , at which at first sight I stood still with astonish- ment . Never in all my life had I seen anything similar . A ...
... stood a coffeepot and sev- eral cups . One of the women arose upon our en- tering , took our cards and led us into a room , at which at first sight I stood still with astonish- ment . Never in all my life had I seen anything similar . A ...
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... stood on the dirty red tile floor , and around each table sat from four to six young girls ranging in age from twelve to twenty years , who were busily engaged in turning cigar- ettes . Next to them stood large baskets with finely cut ...
... stood on the dirty red tile floor , and around each table sat from four to six young girls ranging in age from twelve to twenty years , who were busily engaged in turning cigar- ettes . Next to them stood large baskets with finely cut ...
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... stood at the iron gate to see the swarm of girls pass by . There they came , in pairs or in groups of six or more , some with cigarettes in their mouths , fan in hand , and flirting with the sentinels , just as it is in the opera . But ...
... stood at the iron gate to see the swarm of girls pass by . There they came , in pairs or in groups of six or more , some with cigarettes in their mouths , fan in hand , and flirting with the sentinels , just as it is in the opera . But ...
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... stood still at a distance of a few steps , and beck- oned to my husband . He stepped forward , and she whispered into his ear to send away the se- reno - that he was not needed . My husband did as he was bidden , but I softly bade the ...
... stood still at a distance of a few steps , and beck- oned to my husband . He stepped forward , and she whispered into his ear to send away the se- reno - that he was not needed . My husband did as he was bidden , but I softly bade the ...
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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.