Then Amalia understood many things better than ever before, and grew if possible more tender of her mother.
The Abbate led the way, with Marcolina and Amalia on either side.
But still he persisted, “Amalia––never mind what your father thought; tell me your own faith.”
Yet perhaps it was the illumination which gave so gloomy a cast to Amalia's features.
Amalia opened the door of the horrible place and pushed her daughter inside.
Am I more interested in that star, Amalia, than in any other of the bright host?
You, Amalia, are victorious, and you may snap your fingers at opinion.
Tell me, then, my Amalia; let me share your secrets, provided they be your sorrows.
But Amalia was none the less married in due time to an elderly factory-owner, a German, and an old comrade of the general's.
He concluded by miauling 'Amalia' in the triumph of contempt.