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She took his hand, that was not able to prevent her, and unbound the linen. When she saw the swelling, she shuddered, and gave a cry:“Jesus Maria!”“It is a little swollen,” he said; “it...

It is only this confounded ready blood of mine, that always makes a thing look worse than it is.”“Let me come and bind it up, comparello. Stop one moment; I will go and fetch...

She could not repress a start, but her eyes flashed bravely on him. “You may kill me if you dare,” she said slowly.“I do nothing by halves,” he said, and his voice sounded choked...

And now they sat together in this boat, like two most deadly enemies, while their hearts were beating fit to kill them. Antonio`s usually so good humored face was heated to scarlet; he struck...

She had seated herself at the end of the boat, half turning her back to him, so that he could only see her profile. She wore a sterner look than ever; the low, straight...

“Not enough to give me macaroni twice a week, if I had had nothing but the boat—only a letter now and then to take to Naples, or a gentleman to row out into the...

When, after two hours` rowing, they reached the little bay of Capri, Antonio took the padre in his arms, and carried him through the last few ripples of shallow water, to set him reverently...

“By his ill treatment of her; he beat her and trampled upon her. I well remember the nights when he came home in his fits of frenzy. She never said a word, and did...

They went on a while in silence. The sun now stood resplendent above the mountain chain; only the tip of Mount Vesuvius towered beyond the group of clouds that had gathered about its base;...

“Laurella!” cried the priest. “And what has she to do in Capri?” Antonio shrugged his shoulders. She came up with hasty steps, her eyes fixed straight before her.“Ha! Arrabiata! goodmorning!” shouted one or two...