Category: Historical Novels
WHEN I met the signora at the tram station that May morning she was evidently troubled about something which was only partly explained by her murmured excuse, “a sleepless night.” We were to cross the Campagna to one of the little towns in the Albanian hills, where young Mairo...
WHEN I met the signora at the tram station that May morning she was evidently troubled about something which was only partly explained by her murmured excuse, “a sleepless night...
2. Part 2The poet spoke the next day, and the next, to the restless people who waited hour after hour in the street before his hotel. Having found its voice--a voice that revealed its in...
3. Part 3We were speaking English, and I noticed that the country girl who served us looked at me sharply. When we rose to leave it was already dark, the stars were shining in the velvet...