The Duchess of Trajetto. Anne Manning

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       Anne Manning

      The Duchess of Trajetto

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066156503

Table of Contents

       CHAPTER I.

       THE DUCHESS IN DANGER.

       CHAPTER II.

       THE DUCHESS IN SAFETY.

       CHAPTER III.

       THE DUCHESS'S STORY.

       CHAPTER IV.

       MOORISH SLAVES.

       CHAPTER V.

       THE CARDINAL AND THE JEW.

       CHAPTER VI.

       THE SORROWS OF THE JEW.

       CHAPTER VII.

       SEBASTIAN DEL PIOMBO.

       CHAPTER VIII.

       THE DUCHESS AND THE PAINTER.

       CHAPTER IX.

       DAWN OF A PURE LIGHT.

       CHAPTER X.

       VITTORIA DI COLONNA.

       CHAPTER XI.

       VALDÉS AND OCHINO.

       CHAPTER XII.

       GOING TO LAW.

       CHAPTER XIII.

       THE CARDINAL TEMPTED.

       CHAPTER XIV.

       WHAT BEFEL BARBAROSSA.

       CHAPTER XV.

       MORE ABOUT THE CARDINAL.

       CHAPTER XVI.

       THE DUCHESS AND THE MARCHIONESS.

       CHAPTER XVII.

       ISCHIA.

       CHAPTER XVIII.

       A BETTER LIFE.

       CHAPTER XIX.

       REST AND PEACE.

       APPENDIX.

       II.

       III.

       IV.

       V.

CHAPTER I.

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THE DUCHESS IN DANGER.

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      It was night—the Duchess was in bed. Her hand shaded her wakeful eyes from the light of a silver lamp fed with perfumed oil, which shone only on what was calculated to please the taste, minister to the luxury, and display the wealth of the owner. Rare paintings of Scriptural and mythological subjects decorated the walls, the ceiling was richly moulded and gilt, the floor of polished marble was only partially covered with fine matting, a few choice statuettes and vases occupied brackets and niches; the massive toilette service and mirror-frame of precious metal were shaded by some texture of light silvery tissue; while half-open cabinets and caskets revealed priceless jewels and fragrant perfumes. On a velvet cushion lay an illuminated missal and a rosary.

      Here was every outward appliance, one might think, to make a favourite of fortune happy; but the good and honest face of the Duchess, which spoke her every thought, did not look so. The night was sultry; she had tried to sleep, but could not; and now she was feverishly endeavouring to think of something pleasant, without success.

      The deep stone windows of her apartment, which were open, commanded a small garden sleeping in the moonlight, where terraces were cut on a declivity; and where Cupid and Psyche, Diana with her hounds, and Apollo with his bow, gleamed white among orange, lemon, and myrtle. This