"Why, my friend, if we were to shew no mercy to such unfortunate persons, assassinations are so frequent, that our cities would be half depopulated." The Italian, Preface, p. 4.

"This is not a time for fastidious scruples, now that a solemn truth calls out to us. My dear girl, I will not disguise my feelings; they assure me I have not long to live. Grant me then the only request I have to make, and my last hours will be comforted." Signora Bianchi, Chapter 3, pp. 27-28.

"And only if I have cause of complaint, holy father? Are strong truths to be told only when there is direct cause of complaint? Is it only when we are injured that we are to be sincere?" Vivaldi, Chapter 4, p. 36.

"But, as the probability of his never being able to discover her abode, returned to her consideration, the anguish she suffered told...