"You!" exclaimed the marchesa, staring at him with a look of contempt"you!"

"The festival of the Holy Countenance and the cotillon!" cried the marchesa, with great indignation.

" "Marescotti!where may he come from?the clouds, perhapsor the last balloon?" asked the marchesa, looking up.

Now, allow me to ask you, seriously, how would this marriage suit you?" "Not at all," replied the marchesa, curtly.

" "I fought for the ancient privileges of the Guinigi!" burst out the marchesa, imperiously.

He implored her to inform the marchesa of their engagement.

Not another word more is said that night among the townsfolk; but there is not a man at Corellia who does not curse the marchesa in his heart.

how can I tell you?" "Tell me what?" demanded the marchesa, sternly.

I am here as a man of peaceI entreated the marchesa to retire to rest.

The law had not hitherto favored the marchesa.

In her presence he forgot the marchesa.

I spit on her, I curse her!" There is such venom in Carlotta's looks and in Carlotta's words that Brigitta suddenly takes her eyes off a man with a red waistcoat whom she is ogling, but who by no means reciprocates her attention, and asks Carlotta sharply, "Why she hates the marchesa?

"He will come," insisted the marchesa, pushing her advantage skillfully.

As for the grapes" "Accidente to the grapes!" interrupts the marchesa, reddening.

There was something in the studied negligence of Count Nobili's appearance that irritated the marchesa to the last degree of endurance.

" "Ha! ha!" laughed the marchesa, contemptuously.

Tenderly Adamo lays the marchesa down beside the fountain.

Enrica had been taught not only to obey the marchesa implicitly, but never to dispute her will.

"Besides," objected the marchesa, still fencing with the real question, "who can answer for Count Marescotti?

He loved Enrica dearly, but he dared not say so, lest he should offend the marchesa.

I persuaded the marchesa.

The transport of fury which possessed the marchesa had had the effect of completely recalling Trenta to himself.

This is the first sound that has reached the marchesa from the outer world since she has entered these rooms.

Cavaliere Trenta, who read the marchesa like a book, watched her in perfect agony.

I wish I had perished, and Enrica too!" A gesture of horror from the cavaliere recalled the marchesa to a sense of what she had uttered.