Love Tales

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Page 102 - ... She was right," he said to himself; "I was a brute, and deserved no better. To-morrow I will send her back the cloth by Giuseppe. She shall not see me again." And he washed the cloth carefully, and spread it in the sun, after he had bound up his hand again as well as he might with the other and with his teeth. Then he threw himself upon his bed and closed his eyes. The bright light of the moon and the pain in his hand awakened him from his uneasy slumber. He rose again to cool in water the throbbing...
Page 101 - ... upon a little stool, he untied the handkerchief that bound it; the blood, so long repressed, gushed out again; all round the wound the hand was swollen high. He washed it carefully, cooling it in the water; then he clearly saw the marks of Laurella's teeth. "She was right," he said; "I was a brute, and deserved no better.
Page 182 - ... can hardly be imagined, for without a good English Dictionary many persons will frequently find themselves at fault— and from the introduction of new terms and words in our English language, old dictionaries are of very little value ; a work, therefore, like the present, appears most opportunely.
Page 85 - You never knew my father," she whispered, and her eyes gleamed darkly. " Your father ? He died, I believe, when you were barely ten. What has your father (may his soul rest in Paradise) to do with your stubbornness ?" " You never knew him, padre. You do not know that he alone was the cause of mother's illness.
Page 94 - ... them drop into the basket. Silence again. The sea was smooth as glass. Not a ripple was heard against the prow. Even the white sea-birds that roost among the caves of Capri pursued their prey with soundless flight. "You might take the oranges to your mother," again commenced Tonino. "We have oranges at home; and when they are gone, I can go and buy some more." "Nay, take these to her, and give them to her with my compliments." "She does not know you." "You could tell her who I am.

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