Author: Ouida
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Signa A Story books, This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ... And when he was gone, she hobbled straight to a notary's office in the town, and made her testament, bequeathing a small sum for masses for her soul, but leaving all the rest to her grandnephews and grandnieces in the Lastra, under their father's rule. "Mother Church is plump enough without my crumb," she said to herself, "and never a priest among them all has ever thought to bring me a sup of syrup. They can give one eternal life, I know; but still, when one's cough is troublesome" So Lippo, dropping his bread on many waters by the way, journeyed discreetly down to Rome. CHAPTER XLVn. Bruno lay down that night, but for an hour only. He could not sleep. He rose before the sun was up, in the gray wintry break of day, while the fog from the river rose like a white wall built up across the plain. It is the season when the peasant has the least to do. Plowing, and sowing, and oil-pressing, all are past; there is little labor for man or beast; there is only garden-work for the vegetable-market, and the care of the sheep and cattle, where there are any. In large households, where many brothers and sisters get round the oil-lamp and munch roast chestnuts aud thrum a guitar, or tell ghost-stories, these short empty days are very well: sometimes there is a stranger lost coming over the pine woods, sometimes there is a snow-storm and the sheep want seeing to; sometimes there is the old roistering way of keeping Twelfth-Night, even on these lonely wind-torn heights; where the house is full and merry, the short winter passes not so very dully; but in the solitary places, where men brood alone, as Bruno did, they are heavy enough; all the rest of the world might be dead and buried, the stillness is so unbroken, the loneliness so great. He got up and...
