Category: Novels
It was nearly five o'clock of a raw and windy afternoon in the month of March, 187-, when a young man, Bernardino de Rossi by name, came hastily out of an inner room of the Telegraph Office building at Leghorn, letting the heavy swinging door close sharply behind him with a di...
As he reached the quay, and even before he was so near it, from the steps above, looking across from the bridge, Dino could see the light shining like a welcome behind the curta...
6. CHAPTER VI.A woman's anxiety is always awake, always asking. She entreats to know in direct proportion to her dread of the coming knowledge. How could it well be otherwise, while her life...
7. CHAPTER VII.Seen by daylight, the entrance to Drea's house was not unlike the entrance of a cave. The house itself was in a corner of the canal, flush with the water, below the level of the...
1. CHAPTER I.It was nearly five o'clock of a raw and windy afternoon in the month of March, 187-, when a young man, Bernardino de Rossi by name, came hastily out of an inner room of the Tele...
3. CHAPTER III.The young man who entered--not waiting to have his knock answered, but throwing the door wide open before him with an easy air of good-natured authority--this newcomer, was dres...
5. CHAPTER V.In less than half an hour he had left the place. Valdez accompanied him as far as the cafe door, but there, with scarcely the exchange of a word, they parted.
4. CHAPTER IV.The wind, which blew so freshly in from sea across the open space of the parade, was moaning like a wild thing, trapped and caged, in the narrow streets behind the Duomo, toward...