” He replied solemnly, looking straight into her eyes. But that, and that sort of thing, is just a day-dream. However, it doesn't much signify. ” The lady stood away from the door. He could not make good his hold. She laughed as the deluge seemed to grow worse with every step. His name was Bartolomeo di Alberti. By this time, she had so far succeeded in calming herself, that she answered the greetings of the neighbours whom she encountered on her way to the sacred edifice—if sorrowfully, still composedly. And yet, on the very site of the sordid tenements and squalid courts we have mentioned, where the felon openly made his dwelling, and the fraudulent debtor laughed the object of his knavery to scorn—on this spot, not two centuries ago, stood the princely residence of Charles Brandon, the chivalrous Duke of Suffolk, whose stout heart was a well of honour, and whose memory breathes of loyalty and valour.
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