Lake Como," she said the little name to herself lingeringly. He had described a marble palace amongst cypress trees, had made her feel that she was there with him listening to the lap of the water, the singing of a nightingale, the love serenade of a boatman on the lake. "Piangi, piangi fanciulla," he had sung for them the first line. She hadn't known that he could sing.
-Anya Seton
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