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Title: Where ghosts walk : the haunts of familiar characters in history and literature
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Harland, Marion, 1830-1922
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Publisher: New York : G. P. Putnam
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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e English aristocrat emergeddaily for his lounge through the quaint,shadowy streets, or his gallop in thePineta, and sallied forth duly after supperfor the evening call upon the CountessGuiccioli, never omitted in the stormiestweather. The common people of Ravennaused to nudge one another as Dantepassed, and whisper to their children thatthe stranger with the swarthy skin andrapt eyes came and went to hell when-ever he pleased to make the journey.The haughty beauty and exclusive habitsof the foreign lord who had chosen, for noreason that they could divine, a residencein their out-of-the-way city, must havemoved the bourgeois gossips to conjecturesas absurd, until the secret of the magnetthat kept him here became public property. Lord Byron preferred Ravenna to allthe other towns of Italy, and was influencedin some measure by his intimacy with theCountess Guiccioli, a member of theGamba family of Ravenna, says Bae-deker, primly, and lets the story pass. The said member of a noble house
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BYRONS HOUSE IN RAVENNA. In Ravenna 211 did not acquiesce in the disposition ofcharitable ciceroni to smooth out one ofthe ugHest creases in a Hfe that was badly laundered throughout. On the con-trary, she calls attention peremptorily tothe length and breadth and depth of thesocial blemish by means of two ponderousvolumes, penned ostensibly—and osten-tatiously—by her own hand in wordyItalian, and done into English by an ab-normally patient translator. The work isincorrigibly stupid, and inconceivablymoralistic, when one considers who wasthe author and who the subject of thememoir. Skipping as lightly as the heavi-ness of the soil will allow, over the chap-ters devoted to Lord Byrons constancy,his lofty sense of honour, his religious con-victions, his marital magnanimity, and hisfilial piety, we extract from the account ofhis life in Ravenna certain details whichfurther the purpose we had in visitingthe sad and hoary town. The book is opened upon our luncheon-table in the dining-ro

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