The Eve of San-Pietro: A Tale. In Three Volumes..T. Cadell and W. Davies, Strand, 1804 - Gothic fiction (Literary genre) |
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... Morano gasped for breath ; suggestions , dark and infernal , beat strongly at his heart ; while the single taper , which glimmered in the apart- ment , only served to increase those suggestions , by strengthening , through the ...
... Morano gasped for breath ; suggestions , dark and infernal , beat strongly at his heart ; while the single taper , which glimmered in the apart- ment , only served to increase those suggestions , by strengthening , through the ...
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... Morano , drawing the poniard from under his garment ; involuntarily he gazed upon it , while his hand leant forcibly on the trunk ; it was yet wet with the blood of Lorenzo . " HELLISH fiend ! " he exclaimed , moving towards him , but ...
... Morano , drawing the poniard from under his garment ; involuntarily he gazed upon it , while his hand leant forcibly on the trunk ; it was yet wet with the blood of Lorenzo . " HELLISH fiend ! " he exclaimed , moving towards him , but ...
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... MORANO shuddered ; madness rushed on his brain ; guilt and wretch- edness curdled through his veins ; he darted on him ; raised his arm - but the violence with which he did it shook the trunk ; it fell from its sup- port ; Zanotti ...
... MORANO shuddered ; madness rushed on his brain ; guilt and wretch- edness curdled through his veins ; he darted on him ; raised his arm - but the violence with which he did it shook the trunk ; it fell from its sup- port ; Zanotti ...
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... Morano , in accents . of the bitterest anguish- " No , " he added , while the drops of agony started to his forehead , and his frenzied eye gazed wildly on his blood - stained hands , " I have not forgotten the Eve of San Pietro ...
... Morano , in accents . of the bitterest anguish- " No , " he added , while the drops of agony started to his forehead , and his frenzied eye gazed wildly on his blood - stained hands , " I have not forgotten the Eve of San Pietro ...
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... sting the tortured bosom which gave thee shelter . " MORANO , " replied Zanotti , in a calm and steady tone , " I had thought , that when on San Pietro's Eve we formed B 6 · formed a compact of interest and poli- cy , 11.
... sting the tortured bosom which gave thee shelter . " MORANO , " replied Zanotti , in a calm and steady tone , " I had thought , that when on San Pietro's Eve we formed B 6 · formed a compact of interest and poli- cy , 11.
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Abruzzo agita agony Albenza ance behold Bertoldo bosom breast castle chese child Claudine Cleance Corvino cottage countenance cried crimes curse danger dared death deprived despair door dreadful dungeon dying Eloise Eve of San exclaimed existence eyes fatal fatal beauty fatal secret fate Father Jerome fear feelings garment gazed Gradisca groan guilty Guiseppe hand happiness hastened heart Heaven honour hope horror hour induced infant innocence instantly inwardly Italy look Lord Lorenzo Louis de Volange Marchese di Morano Marquis de Volange marriage ment mind miseries misfortunes Moraldi mother murder Naples ness never night offspring once pangs parent Paulina peace poniard proved quired racter repentant replied revenge round ruin San Pietro secret seek Signiora small pox soon sorrow soul spirit sufferings tears tenderness thee thou thought tion treachery Ubal Ubaldo vengeance victim villain Viola virtuous wife witness woman wound wretched youth Zanotti
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