Rienzi, Last of the Roman Tribunes by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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"Brave words!" quoth the smith, sneeringly. "If they were all like him!" said the smith's neighbour. "He has helped the nobles out of a dilemma," said Pandulfo. "He has shown grey wit under young hairs," said an aged Malatesta. "You have turned the tide, but not stemmed it, noble Adrian," whispered the ever-boding Montreal, as, amidst the murmurs of the general approbation, the young Colonna resumed his seat. "How mean you?" said Adrian. "That your soft words, like all patrician conciliations, have come too late." Not another noble stirred, though they felt, perhaps, disposed to join in the general feeling of amnesty, and appeared, by signs and whispers, to applaud the speech of Adrian. They were too habituated to the ungracefulness of an unlettered pride, to bow themselves to address conciliating language either to the people or their foes. And Raimond, glancing round, and not willing that their unseemly silence should be long remarked, rose at once, to give it the best construction in his power. "My son, thou hast spoken as a patriot and a Christian; by the approving silence of your peers we all feel that they share your sentiments. Break we up the meeting--its end is obtained. The manner of our proceeding |
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