Vittoria — Volume 3 by George Meredith
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excited, asked innumerable things,--whether there was danger? whether he
had a whole regiment at hand to protect peaceable persons? 'Otherwise,' she said, 'I shall not be able to keep that man (her husband) in Italy another week. He refused to stir out to-night, though we know that nothing can happen. Your prima donna celestissima is out of harm's way.' 'Oh, she is safe,--ze minx'; cried Antonio-Pericles, laughing and saluting the Duchess of Graatli, who presented herself at the front of her box. Major de Pyrmont was behind her, and it delighted the Greek to point them out to the English lady, with a simple intimation of the character of their relationship, at which her curls shook sadly. 'Pardon, madame,' said Pericles. 'In Italy, a husband away, ze friend takes title: it is no more.' 'It is very disgraceful,' she said. 'Ze morales, madame, suit ze sun.' Captain Gambier left the box with Wilfrid, expressing in one sentence his desire to fling Pericles over to the pit, and in another his belief that an English friend, named Merthyr Powys, was in the house. 'He won't be in the city four-and-twenty hours,' said Wilfrid. 'Well; you'll keep your tongue silent.' 'By heavens! Gambier, if you knew the insults we have to submit to! The temper of angels couldn't stand it. I'm sorry enough for these fellows, with their confounded country, but it's desperate work to be civil to |
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