1
She asked me the marchesa's address; I would not give it.
2
The marchesa laid her head on his shoulder, and her tears flowed softly.
3
The marchesa's back was turned; but Frank could see that she was weeping.
4
The marchesa leaned her cheek on her hand in silence.
5
The marchesa was still handsome, in spite of increasing weight.
6
The marchesa turned her little hands over, palms up.
7
I was so intimate with my relation Frank, and Frank was affianced to the marchesa.
8
Of all the older ladies to whom she had been presented, Nina liked the marchesa best.
9
Was Lord L'Estrange really enamoured of the marchesa?
10
Can she have gone to the marchesa's house?
11
I don't see how I can prevent that,-themarchesa being withdrawn,-unlessFrank does it for me.
12
The marchesa then came back to Harley, and disappeared with him in the interior of the vessel.
13
Violante stopped abruptly; the marchesa's eyes sparkled.
14
The marchesa momentarily turned a concerned countenance.
15
Gheta's sobbing slowly subsided under the marchesa's urgent plea that unrestrained emotion would only deepen her trouble.
16
Oh, if it were only the marchesa!