And speaking of 'Luria,' which grows on me the more I read, ... how fine he is when the doubt breaks on him—I mean, when he begins ... 'Why then, all is very well.' It is most affecting, I think, all that process of doubt ... and that reference to the friends at home (which at once proves him a stranger, and intimates, by just a stroke, that he will not look home for comfort out of the new foreign treason) is managed by you with singular dramatic dexterity....
... 'so slight, so slight,
And yet it tells you they are dead and gone'—
... 'so slight, so slight,
And yet it tells you they are dead and gone'—
... 'so slight, so slight,
And yet it tells you they are dead and gone'—
... 'so slight, so slight,
And yet it tells you they are dead and gone'—
... 'so slight, so slight,
And yet it tells you they are dead and gone'—
... 'so slight, so slight,
And yet it tells you they are dead and gone'—
And then, the direct approach....
You now, so kind here, all you Florentines,
What is it in your eyes?—
You now, so kind here, all you Florentines,
What is it in your eyes?—