If you don't eat you will lose your beauty, my darling, and then nobody will care for you.

Nobody cares for us when we grow ugly,--I know that; and then you must, like old Gionetta, get some Isabel of your own to spoil.

I'll go and see to the polenta." "Since I have known this man," said the actress, half aloud, "since his dark eyes have fascinated me, I am no longer the same.

I long to escape from myself,--to glide with the sunbeam over the hill-tops; to become something that is not of earth.

Is it, indeed, that he is a sorcerer, as I have heard?
Phantoms float before me at night, and a fluttering like the wing of a bird within my heart seems as if the spirit were terrified, and would break its cage." While murmuring these incoherent rhapsodies, a step that she did not hear approached the actress, and a light hand touched her arm.
"Isabella! carissima! Isabella!" She turned, and saw Glyndon.