The headsman. Lionel Lincoln. The bravo. HeidenmauerPeter Fenelon Collier, 1891 |
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Adelheid Annina answered Antonio appeared arms art thou bailiff Balthazar bark Baron blessed Blonay blood boat Bravo Bucentaur canals Carmelite Cecil châtelain child companion conceal countenance cried Doge Don Camillo Donna Florinda Dost duty eccellenza exclaimed face father favor fear feelings felucca fisherman followed Gelsomina Genoese Gino girl glance gondola grave hand happy hath heard heart Herr honor hope hour Italy Jacopo justice known lady Lagunes Lechmere light light-infantry Lionel listened look Major Lincoln manner Maso Melchior ment Meriton monk mountains nature Nettuno never night noble officer palace passed patricians Pippo Polwarth returned scene secret senate side Sigismund Signor Grimaldi silent smile soldier speak stood stranger thee thine Thou art thou hast thou wilt thought tion town truth turned uttered Valais Vaud Venice Vévey Violetta voice Willading wish young youth
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