His career, which promised to be so brilliant, was spoiling at the outset.
Rosamund thought of Renee almost with detestation, as a species of sorceress that had dug a trench in her hero's road, and unhorsed and fast fettered him.
The marquis was expected immediately.

Renee sent up a little note to Mrs.Calling's chamber early in the morning, and it was with an air of one-day-more-to-ourselves, that, meeting her, she entreated the English lady to join the expedition mentioned in her note.

Roland had hired a big Chioggian fishing-boat to sail into the gulf at night, and return at dawn, and have sight of Venice rising from the sea.

Her father had declined; but M.Nevil wished to be one of the party, and in that case....

Renee threw herself beseechingly into the mute interrogation, keeping both of Rosamund's hands.