Category: Historical Novels
Evil tidings have their own trick of spreading abroad. You cannot bury them. The news which had come secretly to Venice was known from the Giudecca to Madonna dell'Orto in two hours. Before noon it was in Murano.
"That woman!" he cried. "You serve that vile fiend in human flesh, that royal strumpet, that wanton at whose name men spit? _You?_" The girl stared at him under her brows.
1. Part 1Evil tidings have their own trick of spreading abroad. You cannot bury them. The news which had come secretly to Venice was known from the Giudecca to Madonna dell'Orto in two h...
3. Part 3"A lad helped me with you, lord," she said--"a vine-grower's lad whom I befriended two days ago. When you had fallen into the little ravine I found you there at its bottom, and...