Amy (LibriVox reader)
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6,007 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Aug 2026
last heard 9 Aug
Amy (LibriVox reader) ’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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A leather hatin was tightened at the waist by a girdle of hammered steel, from which depended on his left a long sword with ringed steel quillens, whilst from behind his right hip peeped the hilt of a stout pistoya dagger.
His hose of red cloth vanished into boots of untanned leather, laced in front and turned down at the knees, and
and completed in him the general appearance of a mercenary in time of peace, in spite of which the six nobles in that place of paradoxes, bared their heads anew and stood in attitudes of deferential attention.
He paused a moment to throw off his cloak, of which the young man who had admitted him hastened to relieve him as readily as if he had been born a servitor.
He next removed his hat and allowed it to remain slung from his shoulders, displaying, together with a still youthful countenance of surpassing strength and nobility, a mane of jet black hair quaffed in a broad net of gold thread.
The only article of apparel that might have suggested his station to be higher than at first had seemed.
He stepped briskly to the coarse and grease stained table, about which the company was standing, and his black eyes ran swiftly over the faces that confronted him.
Sirs, he said at last, I am here and
My horse went lame a half league beyond St.
Angelo, and I was constrained to end the journey on foot.
Your Excellency will be tired, cried Fabrizio, with that ready solicitude which is ever at the orders of the great.
A cup of puglier wine, my lord, here, Funfuller, he called, to the young nobleman who had acted as usher.
But the newcomer silenced him and put the matter aside with a gesture.
Let that wait.
Time imports as little you dream.
It may well be, illustrious sirs, that had I not come thus, I had not come at all.
How?
cried one, expressing the wonder that rose in every mind.
Even as on every countenance some consternation showed.
Are we betrayed?
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