Chapter

 1 I  |          glance upon his wife and daughter, he~drew a dagger from his
 2 I  |        killed my son Gregorio. My~daughter Ginevra and my wife, having
 3 II |         inclination the dowerless daughter~of a general. At first the
 4 II |         each mother felt that her daughter was in company with none
 5 II |        The~latter were led by the daughter of one of the King's ushers,
 6 II |          vain, proud of being the daughter of a~man with "an office
 7 III|     officer. "Mademoiselle is the~daughter of a most faithful friend
 8 III|     confidence~between mother and daughter by not telling her. Oh!
 9 III|        will refuse nothing to the~daughter of the Baron di Piombo.
10 III|        known only to his wife and daughter. In~his functions, or in
11 III|       their wants. To them, their daughter Ginevra was more~precious
12 III|         evenings alone with their~daughter, listening while she sang
13 III|    sentiments~in the heart of his daughter, precisely as a lion teaches
14 III|          toilet, and~grace of her daughter seemed to have become her
15 III|          reappeared, carrying his daughter, who struggled in~his arms.~ ~ ~ ~
16 IV |    offering his large hand~to his daughter, whom he called "Signora
17 IV |          his wife looked at their~daughter in astonishment.~ ~"I love
18 IV |        cried Piombo; "but you,~my daughter, you do wrong to love any
19 IV |          me alone. I know you, my daughter; in that case, you~would
20 IV |   stupefied, "we have no longer a~daughter; she wishes to marry."~ ~
21 IV |         eyes flamed also, and the daughter was~worthy of the sire.~ ~"
22 IV |          he looked fixedly at his~daughter, and said to her, in a gentle,
23 IV |           she replied. "I~am your daughter."~ ~"She is right," said
24 IV |           lips of your father, my daughter. Why~do you judge my action?
25 IV |        the father played with his daughter as though she were a child
26 IV |           his love. Presently his daughter scolded while kissing~him,
27 IV |        the room, abandoning their~daughter with a sort of horror.~ ~ ~
28 IV |       cast furtive glances at his daughter,~as if he feared a character
29 IV |        the feelings of father and daughter gave to the~worn and weary
30 IV |         not daring to look at his daughter.~ ~"That is true," she replied.~ ~"
31 IV |    replied Ginevra, calmly.~ ~His daughter's tranquillity misled Bartolomeo.~ ~"
32 IV |         God."~ ~"And I," said the daughter, rising, "am Ginevra Piombo,
33 IV |      training he had given to his daughter. Respect is a barrier which~
34 IV |           youth.~ ~The father and daughter seldom spoke to each other.
35 IV |           Bartolomeo, as with his daughter, the hesitations of this
36 IV |          reconcile the father and daughter, by help of~the memories
37 IV |         The old man turned to his~daughter and looked at her uneasily.
38 IV |          am Monsieur Roguin, your daughter's notary,~and we have come--
39 IV |   yourself and Mademoiselle, your daughter,--on the subject--of--her--~
40 IV |    honeyed tones.~ ~"Which tear a daughter from her father?--"~ ~"Monsieur--"~ ~"
41 IV | consolation?--"~ ~"Monsieur, your daughter only belongs to you if--"~ ~"
42 IV |  fireplace, and rushed toward his daughter.~The younger of the two
43 IV |          consent upon my~knees: a daughter can humiliate herself before
44 IV |     cannot be a Piombo. I have no~daughter. I have not the strength
45 V  |          the mind of the banished daughter;~the future was so beautiful
46 V  |        the money belonging to her~daughter, adding to it the amount
47 V  |           the mother implored the daughter to~forego the fatal marriage
48 V  |           these few things to her~daughter; she entreated her not to
49 VI |          the first time since his daughter left him? Had the hour of
50 VI |          three long years--of his daughter.~ ~"Ginevra may be cold,"
51 VI |           rose as if to fetch her daughter. At that instant the door~