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Title: The country of The ring and the book
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Treves, Frederick, Sir, 1853-1923
Subjects: Browning, Robert, 1812-1889
Publisher: London : Cassell
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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ot had succeeded,his lying had met with the most gratifying results, hehad trampled the Comparini into the dirt; while as forhis passion of hate, could he not glut it to the full uponthis shrinking, pale-faced girl who was always cryingfor her mother and imploring to be sent home? The noble Count would be at pains to recall, dayby day at dinner, the picture of the two old people—Violante and Pietro—sneaking along towards Rome,and would speculate as to what town they had reachedeach night, for the journey then occupied a week. Laterhe would surmise that they had gained the city, andhad crawled into the familiar house in the Via Vittoria,whipped and beaten. There they would hide theirshame, together with the failure of all their schemesand the utter collapse of their fortunes. For some few weeks there was comparative peace inthe palace, just as after a storm may follow a windlessif dreary calm. No news came from Arezzo, for theCountess Pompilia Franceschini could not write, while 28
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11.—VIA GIULIA AND CHURCH OF SANTA MARIA DELLAMORTE, ROME. Violantes Confession no news came from Rome for other reasons. Afterthe passage of a month or more of sunshine and bluesky, the drowsy silence was broken by a fearsomethunderclap. Violante had made a confession. As soon as the couple were settled in the old houseagain, Violante told her husband, with much solemnity,that she had something to say. Possibly it was in thatlistless hour after sunset, after the Ave Maria had rung,that the secret was told. The confession was brieflythis: Pompilia was not their daughter. She was thedaughter of a common prostitute from whom Violantehad purchased her several days before her birth. Shethen revealed the details of the trick that had beenpractised, told how she had feigned illness, how certaindelusive preparations had been made, recalled the buy-ing of the cradle and the engagement of the nurse, andreminded Pietro how he had been sent more than oncein fuming haste to the apothecary for m

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