Title PageI. All the bells were ringing the Angelus.àII. Lovely to a poet or an artist's eye is the unevenly-built and picturesque square ofàIII. Meanwhile a somewhat embarrassing interview had taken place between the Archbishop of Rouen and CardinalàIV. As the terrors of imagined suffering are always worse than actual painàV. "He has trusted me," said the Cardinal, -- "I have found himàVI. The Cardinal was still in his room alone with the boy ManuelàVII. Meanwhile, unconscious of the miracle his prayer had wroughtàVIII. "A strange lad!" said Abbe Vergniaud, abruptly.àIX. Low beetling brows, -- a sensual, cruel mouth with a loosely projecting under-lipàX. The next day, and the next after that, were passed by the Cardinal in gratifyingàXI. Meanwhile, Angela Sovrani was detained in her studio by the fascinating company and bewildering chatteràXII. A moment's flashing glance of half-amused dismay at AngelaàXIII. The Church of Notre Dame de Lorette in Paris with its yellow stucco columnsàXIV. No one ever afterwards quite knew how the crowd in the church broke up andàXV. The Cardinal was seated, -- he rose as Moretti appeared.àXVI. As he thus spoke, slowly and with an exquisite softnessàXVII. In one of the few remaining streets of Rome which the vandal hand of theàXVIII. Aubrey Leigh was a man who had chosen his own way of lifeàXIX. Set square and dark against the pale blue of the Italian sky the Palazzo SovraniàXX. On the first floor of an ancient mansion, in a street which slopes down towardsàXXI. Gherardi sat for two or three minutes in absolute silence.àXXII. Cardinal Felix Bonpre sat alone in the largest and loneliest room of the large andàXXIII. Meanwhile, the Marquis Fontenelle had been nearly a fortnight in RomeàXXIV. The next morning dawned with all the strange half mystical glow of light and colouràXXV. The death of the famous actor Miraudin was a nine days' wonderàXXVI. November was now drawing to a close, and St.àXXVII. Society soon learned the news of the Countess Hermenstein's betrothal to the "eccentric EnglishmanàXXVIII. There are certain moments in life which seem weighted with the history of ages --àXXIX. While the foregoing scene was taking place at the VaticanàXXX. Meanwhile Cardinal Bonpre had once more reached his own apartmentsàXXXI. Meanwhile Florian Varillo had not gone to Naples.àXXXII. Away in Paris, a vast concourse of people were assembled round an open grave inàXXXIII. The chain of circumstance had lengthened by several links round the radiant life of SylvieàXXXIV. Still the Countess Sylvie was silent.àXXXV. During these various changes in the lives of those with whom he had been moreàXXXVI. The same night which saw the red glare of the burning monastery reflected from endàXXXVII. A few days later the fashionable world of Europe was startled by the announcement ofàXXXVIII. With the entry of Angela's great picture "The Coming of Christ" into LondonàXXXIX. The night darkened steadily down over London, -- a chill dreary night of heavy fogàAppendix. |
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