We can outlive ten races of conquerors.' In this fashion he philosophized, or forced a kind of philosophy.

But he had married his daughter to an Austrian, which was what his countrymen could not overlook, and they made him feel it.

Little by little, half acquiescing, half protesting, and gradually denationalized, the count was edged out of Italian society, save of the parasitical class, which he very much despised.

He was not a happy man.

Success at the Imperial Court might have comforted him; but a remorseless sensitiveness of his nature tripped his steps.
Bitter laughter rang throughout Lombardy when, in spite of his efforts to save his daughter's husband, Giacomo Piaveni suffered death.