Pipistrello: And Other StoriesChatto & Windus, 1896 - 305 páginas |
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A. B. GROSART A. C. SWINBURNE Aloïsa beasts beautiful Bersagliere Berthold birds bread buckram CHATTO & WINDUS child Christian Winter cloth limp cried Crown 8vo dark dead Demy 8vo Dog of Flanders Donna Rosa door Drummer eyes face Faello father Fcap felt flat back Frontispiece gilt edges gilt top girl grey Gualdro hand heart hills Illus illustrated boards Illustrated in colours Keziah kill kissed knew Lady laughed leather light Lili lived looked maiden Marriage Plate MARTIN'S LANE master medium 8vo mother mule Netta never night Novels Orte Pastore pearls Peg Woffington picture cloth Pipistrello Poems poor Portrait Post 8vo Pott rose round saltimbank Signora Rosa smile snow soldier soul Stories strong Taddeo Marchioni thing thought Tiber Umiltà vicar Virginio Donaldi voice Vols W. W. SKEAT woman women
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Página 279 - Dear Lady Disdain. The Waterdale Neighbours. My Enemy's Daughter. A Fair Saxon. Linley Rochford.
Página 287 - Square 8vo, cloth extra, 6s. 6d. ; gilt edges, js. 6d. • German Popular Stories. Collected by the Brothers GRIMM, and Translated by EDGAR TAYLOR. Edited with an Introduction by JOHN RUSKIN. With 22 Illustrations after the inimitable designs of GEORGE CRUIKSHANK. Both Series Complete. " The illustrations of this volume . . . are of quite sterling and admirable art, of a class precisely parallel in elevation to the character of the...
Página 126 - ... at Faello. Faello snatched them, and flew as a swallow flies, straight through the town to the dog-prison. Again he beat on the doors and shouted aloud, but this time the doors unclosed and let him enter, for this time he cried, " Let me in : I bring the money ! " It is the open sesame of the world. In another moment, weeping and laughing, he held Pastore against his breast, and bathed with his happy tears the dog's wounds. Faello was carried home by the shoeblack insensible, and Pastore lay...
Página 120 - He has lost the money," thought the foreman, and ran and called Ser Baldassare, as he never would have done for any lesser woe. " You scoundrel ! you have lost the money ! To the Pretura you shall go ! " cried the potter, rushing out with face of purple. Faello put his hand in his belt, and pulled out the banker's receipt. The potter snatched at it suspiciously, read, and, satisfied, grumbled angrily. Why had he been frightened all for nothing ? Faello, with a few gasped words, told his tale, the...
Página 112 - Faello felt the time very long, it was suffocatingly hot in this room, hotter than in the streets, and he was very hungry, and felt sorry for poor Pastore sitting down on the scorching stones with an empty stomach in the blazing sun. Still he was not uneasy, the cart and mule were safe, for none would touch them with the dog there on guard. When at last they told him he might go, and gave him his receipt for Ser Baldassare, it was full noon, and an August noon in the streets is good neither for man...
Página 123 - Faello drew a shuddering sigh. So deep was his musing, so utterly was his heart with his imprisoned and martyred dumb friend, that the presence and touch even of Dea could produce no emotion in him. He was in the desolate abstraction of an overwhelming grief. " The Marriage Plate ! " he echoed. " But I promised never to move it — I promised." " But she said — ' unless God were to wish it.' Your sisters told me so. God would wish it now," murmured the girl, then, hearing a step, fled away back...
Página 101 - ... eat, but then they themselves had not either. They were very gentle with him, and he lived in the house like one of them ; seeing his brethren beaten, kicked, starved, chained, and left out in the bitter snow-storms of the winter nights, Pastore, in his dog's way, thought his home was heaven. And his young master loved him with a great love. Whenever he had had a holiday in any of the nine years since Pastore first had come to him — a round ball of white wool three months old — Pastore had...
Página 119 - ... and tore once more across the wide white waste of the sun-parched streets and squares. The strength of lions seemed to have flowed back into his veins. " The devils ! oh, the devils ! " he moaned, as he flew. He had no clear-shaped thought of what to do, but he said to himself that he would have that fifty francs that day if he seized the silver off a church altar, or dashed his hand through a goldsmith's window. He would try all honest ways first, but if they failed he would go to the galleys...
Página 109 - ... mountain. Pastore jumped on him as they went forth to their labour ; hungry, both of them, for they never ate till mid-day, and then not one-half that either needed. Faello went to the potter's yard and found an unusually large load awaiting him there. There had come a great order for flower-pots, large and small, from a nursery garden down in the city. There was also another errand. The foreman gave him a little packet, sealed. " It is all notes," he said ; " you are to pay them into the bank.
Página 110 - Dea, to think that her father would trust him with the money that all Impruneta was aware the potter loved better, as some said, than his very soul itself, and very much better than his daughter. The sun beamed out in all its glory, and the golden light of it spread itself over all the vastness of Val d'Arno ; the chimes of the Certasa rung for the first mass ; Faello fell on his knees in the dust by a wayside cross, said a prayer, and rose almost happy. Pastore, pausing as he prayed, leaped on him...