Chapter 100

The morning unfolded more delicate and beautiful than the former one: a shelter to the great individuals of Rivoli, for it was a celebration day with them.

Daphne, my uncle and myself rose with the crack of dawn, and at an early hour we were remaining in the commercial center watching the admirers crowd into the house of God.

Be it a long way from me to endeavor to portray the different trimmings and robes shown by the ladies of Rivoli on this festal event: the silver chains and

rich hats, the humble shrouds and weaved kirtles.

All things considered there was adequate white, blue, and dark among them to cheer the core of his Heavenliness the late Pope, who has communicated his endorsement of these tones as generally becoming to youthful people.

Nor were clearheaded dark and brown needing, tints

reasonable, as per a similar power, to women of a further developed age.

"Regarding life, is there any point to it? that is the issue," mumbled my uncle, as the last lover recorded into the c
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