‘It can be no other but my own!’ he exclaimed, in a voice from which sorrow being banished his own tones sounded forth, and clasped her in his arms.
[1] ‘Una Camera di Locanda.’ [↑]
[4] ‘Un ora di notte’; an hour after the evening ‘Ave.’ [↑]
THE COUNTESS’S CAT.[1]
There was a very rich Countess who was a widow and lived all alone, with no companion but only a cat, after her husband died. The greatest care was taken of this cat, and every day a chicken was boiled on purpose for him.
One day the Countessa went out to spend the day at a friend’s villa in the Campagna, and she said to the waiting woman: