MIDDLEMARCH. BOOK VI. THE WIDOW AND THE WIFE. CHAPTER LIV. Negli occhi porta la mia donna Amore; Sicchè, bassando il viso, tutto smore, E d'ogni suò difetto allor sospira : Ogni dolcezza, ogni pensiero umile Nasce nel core a chi parlar la sente; Quel ch'ella par quand' un poco sorride, DANTE: La Vita Nuova. By that delightful morning when the hay-ricks at Stone Court were scenting the air quite impartially, as if Mr. Raffles had been a guest worthy of finest incense, Dorothea had again taken up her abode at Lowick Manor. After three months Freshitt had become rather oppressive: to sit like a model for Saint Catherine looking rapturously at Celia's baby would not do for many hours in VOL. 111.-1 |