Paolo Giacometti

La Morte Civile Paolo Giacometti

Publisher Marketing: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1873 edition. Excerpt: ...has assisted you until now. You see whither it has led you....to your wife. Fer. Courage, then! Con. Courage? I have had much, and will have more. But from whom did I hear that my Ada does not dwell with her mother in the house of that doctor? Don G. Your Ada?.... Stay.... According to what I have heard, the girl must be fourteen years of age? Con. Yes. Don G. About the age of the child whom, according to what they have made one believe, the doctor has given in keeping to your Rosalie. But reflect well--as the legitimate daughter of Dr. Palmieri died long ago Fer. What? Don G. (Ooes to an escritoire.) I have here the certificate of death which I have already shown to the doctor, and. Con. (Suddenly, in a passionate tone.) Who then is the mother of the child? Don G. But! Con. Explain yourself.... Don G. Good heavens, how you allow yourself to be suddenly carried away by your southern imagination!.... I that am not so ready to suspect evil, I only meant that your Ada might live as the pretended daughter.... Con. Ada? Fer. The deuce! Impossible! Don G. Who knows! Among the different explanations which may be offered in relation to a mystery Con. My Ada believe herself the daughter of another? My Ada love another?.... Were not my visions visions of hell? Fer. They were, be sure of it. Don G. You must have some means of recognizing your daughter? Con. Alas! how? I told you she was but one year old when I left her. Don G. Yes....but, after all, what signs does a father require? Nature herself.... D. Gro. Allora interrogherete Rosalia. La madre vi rendera ragione della figlia, la moglie di se stessa. Corr. Di se? D. Gio. Sono questi i vostri diritti. Corr. I miei diritti? non lo so, signore; posso dirvi pero che desiderai tanto, che...