Amatory Tales of Spain, France, Switzerland, and the Mediterranean (Volume 4); Containing the Fair Andalusian; Rosolia of Palermo; And the
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ISBN10: 1154016749
ISBN13: 9781154016741
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 72
Weight: 0.26
Height: 0.17 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
ISBN13: 9781154016741
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 72
Weight: 0.26
Height: 0.17 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1810 Excerpt: ...earnestly at iier as she spoke, perhaps, we ma cross--To Goza? interrogated Portia, her colour varying. ', ./; ' '.vi o: ..: .'i Probably; now, my dear catholic, allow me to have presentiments as well as the sisters of Hadi No, cried her agitated auditor, ' interrupting her. I know what you would say; but even hope rejects such a dream. Were Julio living, the distance so trifling, the means of intercourse free, what could prevent my clearest Constance from being apprized;of his safety?--Say, cried she to her friend, as she entered to the grale, say, Constance, can a. doubt arise of Julio's fate? The nun cast her suffused eyes on Ellen, and crossing herself with an air of resignation, implied by her manner she had long given up expectation of his return. The abbess soon joined the party at the grate, where a handsome repast was spread by the lay sisters. The gentlemen were summoned'; and delighted with the lively sallies of the sisters, allowed many hours to pass, ere they thought of reminding their fair friends of the lapse of time. Lady Ellen made no scruple of avowing her past opinions; but now, said she, you appear so cheerful and happy, I am tempted to creep through the bars to--'be even as one of you.' The sisters all joined in warmly applauding her reformation; and in a laughing kind of manner, drew in her hand as it playfully waved across the grating. Lord Roseville gently twitched her robe the contrary way. Pray, my lord, cried Ellen, why do you come between me and heaven? Somewhat confused at the meaning of her look, Roseville relinquished his hold; but one of the nuns putting some, mottoed comfectures through the grate, desired them ...
