Kitap · I Promessi Sposi
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Yazar: Alessandro Manzoni
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"Oh yes, my lord," replied the dame, with a manner which said
more than this timid reply; but her husband, quite animated by
the presence of such a man, by the desire to do himself honour on
an occasion of such importance, studied to make a fine answer. He
wrinkled his forehead, strained his eyes, and compressed his
mouth, but nevertheless felt a confusion of ideas, which
prevented him from uttering a syllable. But time pressed; the
cardinal appeared to have interpreted his silence. The poor man
opened his mouth, and said, "Imagine--" Not a word more could he
say. His failure not only filled him with shame on that day, but
ever after, the unfortunate recollection intruded itself to mar
the pleasure of the great honour he had received. How many times,
in thinking of this circumstance, did a crowd of words come to
his mind, every one of which would have been better than
"Imagine!" But the cavities of our brains are full enough of
thoughts when it is too late to employ them.
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