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... Zanetto , wicked profli- gate ? " exclaimed the Signor Canapo . " Give me back my hat , you rascal , and don't handle it in that way or you will bruise it , and I warn you if you break it you pay me for it . " " It requires money to pay ...
... Zanetto , wicked profli- gate ? " exclaimed the Signor Canapo . " Give me back my hat , you rascal , and don't handle it in that way or you will bruise it , and I warn you if you break it you pay me for it . " " It requires money to pay ...
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... Zanetto ; " I have lowered myself ; I have disputed , argued , spoiled my hat , and after all have not succeeded in gaining possession of the lentil which chance had made me the legiti- mate proprietor of . Decidedly , this day is an ...
... Zanetto ; " I have lowered myself ; I have disputed , argued , spoiled my hat , and after all have not succeeded in gaining possession of the lentil which chance had made me the legiti- mate proprietor of . Decidedly , this day is an ...
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... Zanetto could not make up his mind to leave Venice ; had he done so the nostalgia would most assuredly have seized upon him , as it did upon the youthful Foscari ; con- sequently , he refused . Having sold the last remnant of his ...
... Zanetto could not make up his mind to leave Venice ; had he done so the nostalgia would most assuredly have seized upon him , as it did upon the youthful Foscari ; con- sequently , he refused . Having sold the last remnant of his ...
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... Zanetto Tomolo , out of sheer idleness , had amused himself by following the steps of an old Turk , who was proceeding leisurely towards the quay , accompanied by a servant bearing upon his shoulders a large and apparently very heavy ...
... Zanetto Tomolo , out of sheer idleness , had amused himself by following the steps of an old Turk , who was proceeding leisurely towards the quay , accompanied by a servant bearing upon his shoulders a large and apparently very heavy ...
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Zanetto by the hand he descended with him into the gondola , and commanded the barcarol to row them to St. Pantaleon . Whilst their bark traversed the various tortuous windings of the lesser canals , the old Turk thus addressed our hero ...
Zanetto by the hand he descended with him into the gondola , and commanded the barcarol to row them to St. Pantaleon . Whilst their bark traversed the various tortuous windings of the lesser canals , the old Turk thus addressed our hero ...
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affairs appeared auld lang syne beautiful beheld better bonnie Brittany Burns Canapo cast charming Count crowd cuirassiers dear Don Vitale door ducats emperor Eugène Sue exclaimed eyes fancy father favour feeling fortune genius give Globe Town guano hand happy head heart heaven Heinrich hero honour hour imagination Italian Jacomina Joachim Le Juif Errant lentil light live look Luigia Marcantonio Marietta Mary master means Messina mind morning neighbouring never night o'er once palace passed Petrarch Pirmasentz pleasure pocket poet poor portmanteau possession present pretty Prince reader replied Rhoseville rich Robert Burns Rrobrecht scarcely seal sestiere Signor smile soon speak Spieldorf steward Street sweet Taccagni talisman thee thing thou thought thousand turned Venetian Venice village voice wine-merchant wish woman words young girl Zanetto Zingara دو
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