Chapter

 1 I  |                Let Bonaparte know that Bartolomeo di Piombo wishes to speak
 2 I  |             the officer represented to Bartolomeo that he could not see~the
 3 I  |              of this singular visitor. Bartolomeo frowned heavily,~casting
 4 I  |             chance. At the~moment when Bartolomeo di Piombo seated himself
 5 I  |                 At the first word that Bartolomeo said in his ear,~he took
 6 I  |              brought you here, my poor Bartolomeo?" said Napoleon.~ ~"To ask
 7 I  |                true Corsican,"~replied Bartolomeo, roughly.~ ~"What ill fortune
 8 I  |              mean to betray me?" cried Bartolomeo, with a darkling look at~
 9 I  |               looked with curiosity at Bartolomeo, but without surprise.~ ~"
10 I  |                laws."~ ~"Ha! ha!" said Bartolomeo, scornfully.~ ~"But I can
11 I  |               First Consul, addressing~Bartolomeo; "we will know nothing of
12 I  |               a singular nation," said Bartolomeo,~taking Lucien's hand and
13 III|           Ginevra not yet home!" cried Bartolomeo.~ ~"She was never so late
14 III|                to remain in one place, Bartolomeo rose~and walked about the
15 III|          missions to foreign~courts.~ ~Bartolomeo had always professed a hatred
16 III|          second return of~the Bourbons Bartolomeo ceased to wear the decoration
17 III|           especially since~Waterloo.~ ~Bartolomeo di Piombo had bought, for
18 III|              XIV. were~in keeping with Bartolomeo and his wife, personages
19 III|             dreadful fall of Napoleon,~Bartolomeo and his wife passed delightful
20 III|             Ginevra in the court-yard. Bartolomeo~almost instantly reappeared,
21 IV |           which no one dared to speak.~Bartolomeo at last broke the silence
22 IV |              my life only!--"~ ~Though Bartolomeo had been notified by his
23 IV |              the old man.~ ~ ~"Yes."~ ~Bartolomeo rose, tottered, was forced
24 IV |                but she did not~flinch. Bartolomeo, meanwhile, cast furtive
25 IV |         daughter's tranquillity misled Bartolomeo.~ ~"Oh! my dear child!"
26 IV |              said Ginevra, abruptly.~ ~Bartolomeo seemed dazed for a moment,
27 IV |                  He is a Porta!" cried Bartolomeo.~ ~"I have never shared
28 IV |               of this between us. I am Bartolomeo di Piombo; do you hear me,~
29 IV |            after a terrifying pause.~ ~Bartolomeo clenched his fists and struck
30 IV |          sorrow to~her parents.~ ~With Bartolomeo, as with his daughter, the
31 IV |              were all three sitting~in Bartolomeo's study. Ginevra guessed
32 IV |              accompanied by~witnesses. Bartolomeo looked fixedly at these
33 IV |              oldest of~the notaries.~ ~Bartolomeo bowed. The notary made a
34 IV |               He~paused, and looked at Bartolomeo with that peculiar expression
35 IV |            easy to perceive, irritated~Bartolomeo to such an extent that he
36 IV |              which he proceeded to ask~Bartolomeo what answer he made to it.~ ~"
37 IV |                between life and death. Bartolomeo roughly pushed her from~
38 VI |                the birth of the little Bartolomeo, it~would have been hard
39 VI |                and swooned. The little Bartolomeo was dead.~Luigi took his
40 VI |                scene was taking place, Bartolomeo and his wife were~sitting
41 VI | incomprehensible, even to her.~ ~Would Bartolomeo yield, at last, to the memories
42 VI |            shot, for he is dead," said Bartolomeo, slowly,~gazing on the ground