Barbara's Heritage - Young Americans Among the Old Italian Masters by Deristhe L. Hoyt
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wished. But she was very sorry for his loneliness; for his exile from
home on account of ill-health; for the weakness that he often felt and for which no pleasures purchased by money could compensate. She was grateful for his kindness, and would not wound him for the world; so she frankly and graciously accepted all he gave, and, in return, tried to bring all the happiness she could into his days. Chapter VIII. Howard's Questionings. _When the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something. God stoops o'er his head, Satan looks up beneath his feet--both tug-- He's left, himself, i' the middle: the soul wakes And grows_. --BROWNING. [Illustration: PONTE ALLA CARRAJA, FLORENCE.] At last the morning came when the postponed visit to Santa Maria del Carmine, on the other side of the Arno, was to be made. Miss Sherman had so evidently desired to join in the study of the old painters that Mrs. Douglas suggested to her brother that she be invited to do so, but he had thought it not best. |
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