'I would start for South America at dawn, but for her!' he said.

The country of Bolivar still had its attractions for Italian youth.

For a certain space Ammiani's soul was black with passion.

He was the son of that fiery Paolo Ammiani who had cast his glove at Eugene's feet, and bade the viceroy deliver it to his French master.

(The General was preparing to break his sword on his knee when Eugene rushed up to him and kissed him.) Carlo was of this blood.