The country of The ring and the book . nd Abate Panciatichi,both men from his own country of Tuscany. He talksto them in feverish haste and with reckless treats the possibility of his execution as a crueljest, a vile experiment. Turning to the Cardinal hereminds him that the Franceschini family is of as olda lineage as the Acciaiuoli. My blood, he says, Comes from as far a source : ought it to endThis way, by leakage through their scaffold-planksInto Romes sink, where her red refuse runs? He implores his fellow-countrymen to help should he—a man as innocent as the Pope—b
The country of The ring and the book . nd Abate Panciatichi,both men from his own country of Tuscany. He talksto them in feverish haste and with reckless treats the possibility of his execution as a crueljest, a vile experiment. Turning to the Cardinal hereminds him that the Franceschini family is of as olda lineage as the Acciaiuoli. My blood, he says, Comes from as far a source : ought it to endThis way, by leakage through their scaffold-planksInto Romes sink, where her red refuse runs? He implores his fellow-countrymen to help should he—a man as innocent as the Pope—beput to death? Dying in cold blood is the desperatething. Death fills him with horror. He saw thescaffold once, and it sickened him. Why take a harm-less human life, when the gospel of Christ is pure love?Confess? He has nothing to confess. Repent? Willrepentance save his life ? He jabbers on, he wanders, he talks in stumblinghaste. Talk I must, he says, for he seems to thinkthat by talking he may gain another minute or two of 280. 100 -CASTELNUOVO : THE STEPS BY WHICH POMPILIAASCENDED TO THE PRISON. Guido life. He fumes and curses, breaks out into violent,incoherent speech, reviles the Pope, reviles the religionof Christ, fills the dungeon with shrieks of blasphemy. He becomes in another moment quiet and plausible,crafty and specious, using many shrewd arguments inhis favour, yet at the same time bolting aimlessly tothis side and to that, like a maddened rat in a cage. He traverses the whole story from the beginning tothe end, raving like a man in a delirium, now cursingeveryone who had come in his path, and now makingthe cell echo with his hideous laughter. Why do I laugh ? Why in the very gripeO the jaws of deaths gigantic skull do IGrin back his grin, make sport of my own pangs ? He becomes bestial in his ravings, coarse, brutaland savage. He vents much of his wrath upon Violante. That mother with her cunning and her cant—The eyes with first their twinkle of conceit,T
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