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乐娱真人 1767-9.-----THE WEDDING NIGHT.
For to taste the bread
Montoni and his companion did not return home, till many hours after the dawn had blushed upon the Adriatic. The airy groups, which had danced all night along the colonnade of St. Mark, dispersed before the morning, like so many spirits. Montoni had been otherwise engaged; his soul was little susceptible of light pleasures. He delighted in the energies of the passions; the difficulties and tempests of life, which wreck the happiness of others, roused and strengthened all the powers of his mind, and afforded him the highest enjoyments, of which his nature was capable. Without some object of strong interest, life was to him little more than a sleep; and, when pursuits of real interest failed, he substituted artificial ones, till habit changed their nature, and they ceased to be unreal. Of this kind was the habit of gaming, which he had adopted, first, for the purpose of relieving him from the languor of inaction, but had since pursued with the ardour of passion. In this occupation he had passed the night with Cavigni and a party of young men, who had more money than rank, and more vice than either. Montoni despised the greater part of these for the inferiority of their talents, rather than for their vicious inclinations, and associated with them only to make them the instruments of his purposes. Among these, however, were some of superior abilities, and a few whom Montoni admitted to his intimacy, but even towards these he still preserved a decisive and haughty air, which, while it imposed submission on weak and timid minds, roused the fierce hatred of strong ones. He had, of course, many and bitter enemies; but the rancour of their hatred proved the degree of his power; and, as power was his chief aim, he gloried more in such hatred, than it was possible he could in being esteemed. A feeling so tempered as that of esteem, he despised, and would have despised himself also had he thought himself capable of being flattered by it. Holmes handed me his brothers telegram.
Meanwhile, the Count having secretly dispatched a servant in Montonis boat, for his own gondola and musicians, Emily heard, without knowing his project, the gay song of gondolieri approaching, as they sat on the stern of the boat, and saw the tremulous gleam of the moon-light wave, which their oars disturbed. Presently she heard the sound of instruments, and then a full symphony swelled on the air, and, the boats meeting, the gondolieri hailed each other. The count then explaining himself, the party removed into his gondola, which was embellished with all that taste could bestow. Ye were so fair, but now that dream is oer;The charms of earth, the charms of heaven are nought.What keeps me in this spot so terror-fraught?
But, you see, he was my friend. Sweet indeed, my dearest lady. Dont be afraid: we shall win.
You rascal of a Marionette! How did you know it was I?she asked, laughing. All the remainingRaces so poorOf life-teeming earth.In children so rich.Wander and feedIn vacant enjoyment,And mid the dark sorrowsOf evanescentRestricted life,--Bowd by the heavyYoke of Necessity.
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Certainly: but I wish first to examine the picture; take the light, Annette, while I lift the veil. Annette took the light, and immediately walked away with it, disregarding Emilys call to stay, who, not choosing to be left alone in the dark chamber, at length followed her. What is the reason of this, Annette? said Emily, when she overtook her, what have you heard concerning that picture, which makes you so unwilling to stay when I bid you?
I dont think that any of my adventures with Mr. Sherlock Holmesopened quite so abruptly, or so dramatically, as that which Iassociate with The Three Gables. I had not seen Holmes for some daysand had no idea of the new channel into which his activities hadbeen directed. He was in a chatty mood that morning, however, andhad just settled me into the well-worn low armchair on one side of thefire, while he had curled down with his pipe in his mouth upon theopposite chair, when our visitor arrived. If I had said that a madbull had arrived it would give a clearer impression of what occurred.The door had flown open and a huge negro had burst into the room. Hewould have been a comic figure if he had not been terrific, for he wasdressed in a very loud gray check suit with a flowing
It was a simple story which he had to tell, and one which did butconfirm our own deductions. His visitor, on entering his rooms, haddrawn a life-preserver from his sleeve, and had so impressed himwith the fear of instant and inevitable death that he had kidnappedhim for the second time. Indeed, it was almost mesmeric, the effectwhich this giggling ruffian had produced upon the unfortunatelinguist, for he could not speak of him save with trembling handsand a blanched cheek. He had been taken swiftly to Beckenham, andhad acted as interpreter in a second interview, even more dramaticthan the first, in which the two Englishmen had menaced their prisonerwith instant death if he did not comply with their demands. Finally,finding him proof against every threat, they had hurled him backinto his prison, and after reproaching Melas with his treachery, whichappeared from the newspaper advertisement, they had stunned him with ablow from a stick, and he remembered nothing more until he found usbending over him.
After a long pause, It is now about eighteen years since I first heard that music, said La Voisin; I remember it was on a fine summers night, much like this, but later, that I was walking in the woods, and alone. I remember, too, that my spirits were very low, for one of my boys was ill, and we feared we should lose him. I had been watching at his bed-side all the evening while his mother slept; for she had sat up with him the night before. I had been watching, and went out for a little fresh air, the day had been very sultry. As I walked under the shades and mused, I heard music at a distance, and thought it was Claude playing upon his flute, as he often did of a fine evening, at the cottage door. But, when I came to a place where the trees opened, (I shall never forget it!) and stood looking up at the north-lights, which shot up the heaven to a great height, I heard all of a sudden such sounds!--they came so as I cannot describe. It was like the music of angels, and I looked up again almost expecting to see them in the sky. When I came home, I told what I had heard, but they laughed at me, and said it must be some of the shepherds playing on their pipes, and I could not persuade them to the contrary. A few nights after, however, my wife herself heard the same sounds, and was as much surprised as I was, and Father Denis frightened her sadly by saying, that it was music come to warn her of her childs death, and that music often came to houses where there was a dying person.