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William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 1, Chapter 14: Jesuits' pupils. (search)
past the porters, he strode into Alexander's room. What are you doing here? Doing here, father? Reading for the bar. You are a scoundrel, sir! You are deceiving me; deceiving me, your father! You are entering into league with scoundrels. But I understand their game. You want to be a Jesuit; yes, my son desires to be a Jesuit! Give me no answer, Sir. I won't believe one word you speak. No, father, no; a hundred times no! Ugh! They have ensnared you, and corrupted you. Nino! They have made you think it good to be a Jesuit. Look you, boy! A Jesuit-I would rather see you dead — here at my feet-dead in your shroud-than see you in a Jesuit's frock! My father, you are wrong! You will not be a Jesuit? Give me your hand. Let us get out of this hole. My horse is at the door. Hang your books and clothes; let them be sent on after us. Come! Pulling his son away, the peppery old gentleman drove him home, and then locking his door, put the case before him br
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Margaret Fuller Ossoli, Chapter 16: letters between husband and wife. (search)
How much I have suffered in seeing the wounded, and I cannot know if anything should happen to you — but I must hope. I have received the letter from Rieti; our Nino is perfectly well, thanks for this. It does me good that the Romans have at least done something, if only you can remain. In event of the death of both, I have land some lines praying the Storys to take care of him. If by any accident I die, you can revoke this paper if you will, from me, as being your wife. I have wished Nino to go to America, but you will do as seems best to you. We ought to have planned this better, but I hope that it will not be needed. Always, with benedictions, yo do as seems best to you. We ought to have planned this better, but I hope that it will not be needed. Always, with benedictions, your Margherita. If you live, and I die, be always most devoted to Nino. If you ever love another, think first for him, I pray, pray, love. This last imploring caution was never needed
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Margaret Fuller Ossoli, Chapter 17: closing scenes. (search)
mploy myself. When he wakes, we go out to some church, or picture-gallery or museum, almost always taking him. Ms. Compare Memoirs, II. 307. This was written in Florence, where they took up their residence after the entrance of the French army into Rome. She busied herself with her history of the Italian struggle, and he with efforts to rescue his share of his father's estate. Another picture of child-life records their very last Christmas Day:-- Christmas Day I was just up, and Nino all naked on his sofa, when came some beautiful large toys that had been sent him: a bird, a horse, a cat, that could be moved to express different things. It almost made me cry to see the kind of fearful rapture with which he regarded them,--legs and arms extended, fingers and toes quivering, mouth made up to a little round O, eyes dilated; for a long time he did not even wish to touch them; after he began to, he was different with all the three, loving the bird, very wild and shouting with
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 11 (search)
and difficulties, that if he lives and is well, he will become a treasure for us two, that will compensate us for everything. And yet again:—This — is faithless, like the rest. Spite of all his promises, he will not bring the matter to inoculate Nino, though, all about us, persons are dying with small-pox. I cannot sleep by night, and I weep by day, I am so disgusted; but you are too far off to help me. The baby is more beautiful every hour. He is worth all the trouble he causes me,—poor chi T. I had a letter from my mother, last summer, speaking of the fact, that she had never been present at the marriage of one of her children. A pang of remorse came as I read it, and I thought, if Angelino dies, This was when Margaret found Nino so ill at Rieti I will not give her the pain of knowing that I have kept this secret from her;—she shall hear of this connection, as if it were something new. When I found he would live, I wrote to her and others. It half killed me to write tho
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 12 (search)
upon the bed or sofa, in fast-increased distress, though glad to bid Nino good-day, to kiss his cheek, and pat his hand. Still, the strong ma again hope, and enjoy the beauty of the calm sky and sea. Once more Nino laughs, as he splashes in his morning bath, and playfully prolongs td-night was spoken, and with grateful hearts Margaret and Ossoli put Nino to rest, for the last time, as they thought, on ship-board, —for th upon the long table, they awaited what next should come. At first, Nino, alarmed at the uproar, the darkness, and the rushing water, while sich they held ready in the lee of the ship, and the steward, by whom Nino was so much beloved, had just taken the little fellow in his arms, w there were few dry eyes in the circle. Several of them mourned for Nino, as if he had been their own; and even the callous wreckers were sofr. To-morrow, Margaret's mother, sister, and brothers will remove Nino's body to New England. Was this, then, thy welcome home? A howl