The Eternal City

city you feel tempted to ask: "Is this London?" or, "Is this Paris?" or, "Is this New

e and half wine-shop, with rude frescoes on its distempered walls, representing the Bay of Naples with Vesuvius in eruption. A passage running by the side of the Trattoria leads to the

y, and wearing a red handkerchief over her head, fastened by a silver pin. David Rossi's apartments consisted of three

n her lap, while a boy of six knelt by her side, and pretended to learn his lesson. She was a comely but timid c

ng with her knitting-needle to the line

st at the clock on the mantel-piece, and

hey were to be he

immediately, and papa, who ran home with

whose name was Delilah. And the lords of the Philistines came unto her, and said

son, Joseph. 'And sh

she called for a man, and she caused him to

upon the boy uttered a cry of delight, and with a ra

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r through the apartment until it reached the

s it,

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