Simonetta

by Edwin Lefèvre

Dieses historische Buch kann zahlreiche Tippfehler und fehlende Textpassagen aufweisen. Käufer können in der Regel eine kostenlose eingescannte Kopie des originalen Buches vom Verleger herunterladen (ohne Tippfehler). Ohne Indizes. Nicht dargestellt. 1919 edition. ...with words of forgiveness made twice as painful for being said so kindly. Ah, her voice!" "Yes! Her voice!" echoed Thurston, passionately longing to hear it again. "Signore, she is a thrush, a linnet, a finch--the throat of all the birds that sing used for talking purposes. It is as if we who proudly use silver for rings dared to be haughty before one whose shoes are fashioned each of a single diamond!" Thurston took a handful of silver from his pocket and gave it to him. "For being a poet! It has nothing to do with the nine fingers." "No, signore?" "No. They remain on my person since I cannot see the signorina. "When you say see do you mean speak?" asked the servant. "And listen," supplemented Thurston firmly, as if ready to fight for the privilege. "But Mariuccia, who suckled her, will let no man approach." The old man's voice dripped hopelessness. "Why not?" And Thurston frowned pugnaciously. "The sting of the wasp!" It was a pun on his master's name. "Does she--not love the signorina?" "Assuredly; but she loves herself more." "And these, your words, are as if one said what?" Thurston spoke impatiently. "That she fears the master, and though she loves the signorina most tenderly she loves herself still more. He has a head, Excellency! Ah!" The old man reluctantly admitted it, in order to explain their fear of old Vespe. "Speak. Do you imagine I am a magician?" Thurston spoke impatiently. "That is it, signore! The master read her future life in the Black Book which has the pictures of demons. He showed Mariuccia plainly that on the day her foster daughter, the signorina, loved a man, that very day Mariuccia would die of a ball of fire in her intestines. For all that she is so old that...

34 pages, Paperback

First published September 12, 2013

About the author

Edwin Lefèvre (1871–1943) was an American journalist, writer, and statesman most noted for his writings on Wall Street.

George Edwin Henry Lefèvre was born in Colón, Colombia (now Republic of Panama). His father had sent Edwin to the United States when he was a boy and he was educated at Lehigh University where he received training as a mining engineer. However, at the age of nineteen, he began his career as a journalist and eventually became a stockbroker, as well.

During the 1909–1913 presidency of William Howard Taft, Lefèvre served as ambassador to a number of countries including Italy, Spain, and France. Lefevre did work as a broker on Wall Street and was the financial writer for the New York Sun newspaper. He later returned to his home in Vermont where he resumed his literary work, providing short stories for magazines such as The Saturday Evening Post and writing novels.