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THE ITALIANS:

A Novel

BY FRANCES ELLIOT
AUTHOR OF "ROMANCE OF OLD COURT LIFE IN FRANCE," "THE DIARY OF AN IDLEWOMAN IN ITALY," ETC., ETC.

1875

TO

THE REAL ENRICA,
WITH
THE AUTHOR'S LOVE.

CONTENTS

PART I.

I. LUCCA II. THE CATHEDRAL OF LUCCA III. THE THREE WITCHES IV. THE MARCHESA GUINIGI V. ENRICA VI. MARCHESA GUINIGI AT HOME VII. COUNT MARESCOTTI VIII. THE CABINET COUNCIL IX. THE COUNTESS ORSETTI'S BALL

PART II.

I. CALUMNY II. CHURCH OF SAN FREDIANO III. THE GUINIGI TOWER IV. COUNT NOBILI V. NUMBER FOUR AT THE UNIVERSO HOTEL VI. A NEW PHILOSOPHY VII. THE MARCHESA'S PASSION VIII. ENRICA'S TRIAL IX. WHAT CAME OF IT

PART III.

I. A LONELY TOWN II. WHAT SILVESTRO SAYS III. WHAT CAME OF BURNING THE MARCHESA'S PAPERS IV. WHAT A PRIEST SHOULD BE V. "SAY NOT TOO MUCH" VI. THE CONTRACT VII. THE CLUB AT LUCCA VIII. COUNT NOBILI'S THOUGHTS IX. NERA

PART IV.

I. WAITING AND LONGING II. A STORM AT THE VILLA III. BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH IV. FRA PACIFICO AND THE MARCHESA V. TO BE, OR NOT TO BE? VI. THE CHURCH AND THE LAW VII. THE HOUR STRIKES VIII. FOR THE HONOR OF A NAME IX. HUSBAND VERSUS WIFE X. THE LAWYER BAFFLED XI. FACE TO FACE XII. OH BELLO!

PART I.

CHAPTER I.

LUCCA.

We are at Lucca. It is the 13th of September, 1870—the anniversary ofthe festival of the Volto Santo—a notable day, both in city, suburb,and province. Lucca dearly loves its festivals—no city more; and ofall the festivals of the year that of the Volto Santo best. Now theVolto Santo (Anglicè, Holy Countenance) is a miraculous crucifix,which hangs, as may be seen, all by itself in a gorgeous chapel—morelike a pagoda than a chapel, and more like a glorified bird-cage thaneither—built expressly for it among the stout Lombard pillars in thenave of the cathedral. The crucifix is of cedar-wood, very black, andvery ugly, and it was carved by Nicodemus; of this fact no orthodoxCatholic entertains a doubt. But on what authority I cannot tell, norwhy, nor how, the Holy Countenance reached the snug little city ofLucca, except by flying through the air like the Loretto house, orspringing out of the earth like the Madonna of Feltri. But here it is,and here it has been for many a long year; and here it will remainas a miraculous relic, bringing with it blessings and immunitiesinnumerable to the grateful city.

What a glorious morning it is! The sun rose without a cloud. Now thereis a golden haze hanging over the plain, and glints as of living flameon the flanks of the mountains. From all sides crowds are pressingtoward Lucca. Before six o'clock every high-road is alive. Down fromthe highest mountain-top of Pizzorna, overlooking Florence and itsvine-garlanded campagna, comes the hermit, brown-draped, in hood andmantle; staff in hand, he trudges along the dusty road.

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