Venice (Italy) -- Fiction
At Bergamo, between the Alps and the Lombard Plain, there was once a fruit-seller. He was a prosperous man, for all the nobility and gentry of the town bought their fruit from him; and he was a portly, comfortable man, rosy as one of his own ripe apples. This, some folk said,...
At Bergamo, between the Alps and the Lombard Plain, there was once a fruit-seller. He was a prosperous man, for all the nobility and gentry of the town bought their fruit from h...
2. Part 2This was too much for Spavente. With a tremendous oath, he rose from his seat, and, rattling his sword and twisting his moustachios faster than ever, came striding across the room.
3. Part 3“How dare you, sir?” the Doctor shouted. “It is the most excellent medicine in the world--far too good to be poured down your worthless gullet. Now be off with you.”
4. Part 4All the time, he was watching Columbine’s window. At first he could see nothing but that glimpse of golden hair. Little by little, however, the heavy curtains parted, and presen...
5. Part 5“Then gold he shall have,” said Harlequin. “I have made plenty of gold by my dancing, and I would give every piece of it to see Columbine again. How can I get word with this Cov...
6. Part 6“I can’t go!” cried the excited young nobleman. “I won’t go! You must take a message. Say--oh! say what you will. But first order my gondola to be prepared immediately.”