Barbara's Heritage - Young Americans Among the Old Italian Masters by Deristhe L. Hoyt
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unless you are willing. Then you and I will work with it and enjoy it
together. It is the only way. Say yes, dear," and Barbara looked at her sister with an almost piteous entreaty. Bettina could say nothing for a time. Then, as if impelled by the force of Barbara's desire, said:-- "Wait until we get home. Then, if you wish it as you do now, I will do as papa and mamma think best; for, darling," in a somewhat quavering voice, "I know if the money were all mine, I should feel just as you do." And a loving kiss sealed the compact. Meanwhile the days in Rome were passing,--lovely in nature as only spring days in Italy can be; days filled to overflowing with delightful and unique interest. For cities, as well as people, possess their own characteristic individualities, and Rome is distinctively an individual city. From her foundation by the shepherd-kings far beyond the outermost threshold of history, down through the six or seven centuries during which she was engaged in conquering the nations; through the five hundred years of her undisputed reign as proud mistress of the world; in her sad decay and fall; and to-day in her resurrection, she is only herself--unlike all other cities. The fragmentary ruins of her great heathen temples arise close beside her Christian churches,--some are even foundations for them,--while the trappings of many have furnished the rich adornments of Christian altars. Her mediƦval castles and palaces, crowded to overflowing with heart-breaking traditions, look out over smiling gardens in the midst of |
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