Rienzi, Last of the Roman Tribunes by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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and, it may be, a heavier heart. When he joined her in their common
apartment, he observed what his joy had previously blinded him to--that Ursula did not wear her usual plain and sober dress. The gold chain, rarely assumed then by women not of noble birth--though, in the other sex, affected also by public functionaries and wealthy merchants--glittered upon a robe of the rich flowered stuffs of Venice, and the clasps that confined the vest at the throat and waist were adorned with jewels of no common price. Angelo's eye was struck by the change, but he felt a more manly pride in remarking that the old lady became it well. Her air and mien were indeed those of one to whom such garments were habitual; and they seemed that day more than usually austere and stately. She smoothed the boy's ringlets, drew his short mantle more gracefully over his shoulder, and then placed in his belt a poniard whose handle was richly studded, and a purse well filled with florins. "Learn to use both discreetly," said she; "and, whether I live or die, you will never require to wield the poniard to procure the gold." "This, then," cried Angelo, enchanted, "is a real poniard to fight the robbers with! Ah, with this I should not fear Fra Moreale, who wronged thee so. I trust I may yet avenge thee, though thou didst rate me so just now for ingratitude." "I am avenged. Nourish not such thoughts, my son, they are sinful; at least I fear so. Draw to the board and eat; we will go betimes, as petitioners should do." |
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