Chapter

 1 X     |             my heart.--I was wrong, Francesca," he~went on, remembering
 2 X     |            I shall~tell nothing."~ ~Francesca, recovering from her astonishment,
 3 X     |          sucked the wound~strongly. Francesca, who had left them, returned
 4 X     |             of which~the key was in Francesca's apron pocket.~ ~"Does
 5 X     |           French?" said Rodolphe to Francesca.~ ~"No. But do not excite
 6 X     |           excite yourself," replied Francesca with some~impatience.~ ~"
 7 X     |          the king of Swiss lakes.~ ~Francesca was quite of the Italian
 8 X     |             this face guaranteed to Francesca~permanent beauty; but what
 9 X     |          was in her pity for him.~ ~Francesca said a word to Gina, who
10 X     |       excluded all distrust~of him. Francesca looked so lovely by candle-light
11 X     |          and went to his room. When Francesca was tired of~singing, she
12 X     |        asking how old you are, cara Francesca?" said~Rodolphe.~ ~"Nineteen,"
13 X     |         eternal."~ ~"/Zitto/!" said Francesca, laying a finger of her
14 X     |           said Rodolphe, looking at Francesca. And then his tears~flowed
15 XI    |                     XI~At this word Francesca could not repress a faint
16 XI    |           of savings; take half."~ ~Francesca looked steadily at him.
17 XI    |             And can I endure that a Francesca should work?" cried he. "
18 XI    |            Rodolphe~discovered that Francesca was an enthusiast for Liberal
19 XI    |           Colonna."~ ~Emboldened by Francesca's modest rank, Rodolphe
20 XI    |            lover~came to propose to Francesca to come out on the lake.
21 XI    |          she brought Gina with her. Francesca~Colonna's lightest actions
22 XI    |     intended fell dead. By a glance Francesca made~~herself a princess,
23 XI    |         furniture of the room where Francesca had received~him, in her
24 XI    |         trampled on, as it were, by Francesca's~dignity. Gina, her half-grown-up /
25 XI    |           Towards Lucerne," replied Francesca in French.~ ~"Good!" said
26 XI    |          wished to restrain it. Ah! Francesca, at my age~tenderness requited,
27 XI    |       diamond on a queen's~brow."~ ~Francesca's only reply was to lay
28 XII   |          his mother.~ ~Rodolphe and Francesca for some time remained in
29 XII   |     slightest shade of frivolity in~Francesca's conduct. It was noble,
30 XII   |         came nearer; when at length Francesca could distinguish~the faces
31 XII   |           But Tito's handsome face, Francesca's familiarity, and~Gina'
32 XII   |          and a packet of letters to Francesca, who began to read~them,
33 XII   |           asked Rodolphe, as he saw Francesca finish~reading the last
34 XII   |           her tongue.~ ~"Yes," said Francesca, "no more poverty! For more
35 XII   |          little Sicilian kid!" said Francesca, stroking Gina's head with~
36 XII   |             his natural form," said Francesca gravely.~ ~"He is quite
37 XII   |            my living here. /Povera/ Francesca! who would have told me
38 XII   |                Che avete, signor/?" Francesca asked with simplicity. "
39 XIII  |   haughtiness and playfulness,~made Francesca at this moment the most
40 XIII  |            the Bergmanns', watching Francesca~without having determined
41 XIII  |        young Frenchman~discerned in Francesca the imprudence of girlhood,
42 XIII  |         father to his daughter, and Francesca treated him~with a deeply
43 XIII  |             hours~when Rodolphe and Francesca were of one mind. And he
44 XIII  |              said he one evening to Francesca, who~was expressing her
45 XIII  |             beheld in this carriage Francesca,~beautifully dressed, by
46 XIII  |             gold lace stood behind. Francesca recognized~Rodolphe, and
47 XIII  |          with his idol. In his eyes Francesca was made really great by
48 XIII  |           who would~find enemies in Francesca's father and mother--at
49 XIII  |    Gandolphini's."~ ~At last he saw Francesca, but without being seen
50 XIII  |            flame of that gaze reach Francesca? Was Francesca expecting
51 XIII  |           gaze reach Francesca? Was Francesca expecting each~instant to
52 XIII  |        shock to her spirit~reacted: Francesca blushed! Rodolphe felt a
53 XIII  |          and Prince Colonna, and to~Francesca. When this was over, the
54 XIII  |               Take that seat," said Francesca to Rodolphe, pointing to
55 XIII  |    recognition between Rodolphe and Francesca, at this party, in the face~
56 XIII  |          tones in her singing which Francesca~addressed to him alone,
57 XIII  |              a tenacity, which made Francesca the very~substance of his
58 XIII  |           At the end of a few days, Francesca understood this boundless
59 XIII  |             grace at this moment to~Francesca's charms. This is the key
60 XIII  |           landowners in Sicily; and Francesca~was married to him instead,
61 XIII  |          nine till she was sixteen, Francesca, under the~direction of
62 XIII  |      besides five living languages, Francesca knew~Greek, Latin, and Hebrew.
63 XIII  |            because he~believed that Francesca shared them. Now and again
64 XIII  |     excitability.~ ~"I am a Roman!" Francesca gravely replied one day
65 XIV   |            Italian, my dear sir!"~ ~Francesca turned away from the parapet,
66 XIV   |        turned him cold; he followed Francesca, who signed to~him to leave
67 XIV   |           in so strong a nature.~ ~"Francesca," said he, taking her hand, "
68 XIV   |           to wipe~away the tears.~ ~Francesca did not seem aware of his
69 XIV   |           it was obeyed, for it was Francesca's will.~ ~ ~ ~On his return
70 XIV   |           painter's objections; but~Francesca, no doubt, had bewitched
71 XIV   | correspondence between Rodolphe and~Francesca, the only indulgence they
72 XIV   |           tears; she was jealous of Francesca Colonna.~ ~She never for
73 XVIII |          promises made by~the exile Francesca. You, dear, are thirty-two,
74 XXII  |       figure, which reminded him of Francesca.~ ~"And for three months
75 XXII  |           had cried on hearing that Francesca~Soderini was a married woman.
76 XXIII |            said Albert, pointing to Francesca.~ ~"You will marry Mademoiselle
77 XXVI  |             which she had separated Francesca and Albert.~They had been
78 XXVI  |            as well as that in which~Francesca announced her husband's
79 XXVI  |            read them a second time. Francesca, stabbed to the heart by
80 XXVIII|             pistol~shots of a duel. Francesca Soderini, who had suspected