Produced by David WidgerVITTORIABy George MeredithCONTENTS  BOOK 1  I        UP MONTE MOTTERONE  II       ON THE HEIGHTS  III      SIGNORINA VITTORIA  IV       AMMIANIS INTERCESSION  V        THE SPY  VI       THE WARNING  VII      BARTO RIZZO  VIII     THE LETTER  BOOK 2  IX       IN VERONA  X        THE POPES MOUTH  XI       LAURA PIAVENI  XII      THE BRONZE BUTTERFLY  XIII     THE PLOT OF THE SIGNOR ANTONIO  BOOK 3  XIV      AT THE MAESTROS DOOR  XV       AMMIANI THROUGH THE MIDNIGHT  XVI      COUNTESS AMMIANI  XVII     IN THE PIAZZA DARMI  XVIII    THE NIGHT OF THE FIFTEENTH  XIX      THE PRIMA DONNA  BOOK 4  XX       THE OPERA OF CAMILLA  XXI      THE THIRD ACT  XXII     WILFRID COMES FORWARD  XXIII    FIRST HOURS OF THE FLIGHT  XXIV     ADVENTURES OF VITTORIA AND ANGELO  XXV      ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS  BOOK 5  XXVI     THE DUEL IN THE PASS  XXVII    A NEW ORDEAL  XXVIII   THE ESCAPE OF ANGELO  BOOK 6  XXIX     EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARTHE TOBACCO RIOTS            RINALDO GUIDASCARPI  XXX      EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARTHE FIVE DAYS OF MILAN  XXXI     EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARVITTORIA DISOBEYS HER LOVER  XXXII    EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARTHE TREACHERY OF            PERICLESTHE WRITE UMBRELLATHE DEATH OF RINALDO GUIDASCARPI  BOOK 7  XXXIII   EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARCOUNT KARL LENKENSTEIN            THE STORY OF THE GUIDASCARPITHE VICTORY OF THE VOLUNTEERS  XXXIV    EPISODES OF THE REVOLT AND THE WARTHE DEEDS OF BARTO RIZZO            THE MEETING AT ROVEREDO  XXXV     CLOSE OF THE LOMBARD CAMPAIGNVITTORIAS PERPLEXITY  XXXVI    A FRESH ENTANGLEMENT  XXXVII   ON LAGO MAGGIORE  XXXVIII  VIOLETTA DISORELLA  XXXIX    ANNA OF LENKENSTEIN  BOOK 8  XL       THROUGH THE WINTER  XLI      THE INTERVIEW  XLII     THE SHADOW OF CONSPIRACY  XLIII    THE LAST MEETING IN MILAN  XLIV     THE WIFE AND THE HUSBAND  XLV      SHOWS MANY PATHS CONVERGING TO THE END  XLVI     THE LAST            EPILOGUECHAPTER IFrom Monte Motterone you survey the Lombard plain It is a towering domeof green among a hundred pinnacles of grey and rustred crags Atdawn the summit of the mountain has an eagle eye for the far Venetianboundary and the barrier of the Apennines but with sunrise come themists The vast brown level is seen narrowing in the Ticino and theSesia waters nearest quiver on the air like sleepy lakes the plain isengulphed up to the high ridges of the distant Southern mountain rangewhich lie stretched to a faint cloudlike line in shape like a solitarymonster of old seas crossing the Deluge Long arms of vapour stretchacross the urnlike valleys and gradually thickening and swellingupward enwrap the scored bodies of the ashenfaced peaks and thepastures of the green mountain till the heights become islands overa forgotten earth Bells of herds down the hidden run of the sweetgrasses and a continuous leaping of its rivulets give the Motteronea voice of youth and homeliness amid that stern company of Titanheadsfor whom the hawk and the vulture cry The storm has beaten at themuntil they have got the aspect of the storm They take colour fromsunlight and are joyless in colour as in shade When the lower worldis under pushing steam they wear the look of the revolted sons of Timefast chained before scornful heaven in an iron peace Day at last bringsvigorous fire arrows of light pierce the mistwreaths the dancingdraperies the floors of vapour and the mountain of piled pasturages isseen with its foot on the shore of Lago Maggiore Down an extreme gulfthe full sunlight as if darting on a jewel in the deeps seizes thebluegreen lake with its isles The villages along the darklywoodedborders of the lake show white as clustered swans here and there atented boat is visible shooting from terraces of vines or hanging onits shadow Monte Boscero is unveiled the semicircle of the Piedmonteseand the Swiss peaks covering Lake Orta behind on along the Ticineseand the Grisons leftward toward and beyond the Lugano hills stand barein black and grey and rustred and purple You behold a burnished realmof mountain and plain beneath the royal sun of Italy In the foregroundit shines hard as the lines of an irradiated Cellini shield Fartheraway over middle ranges that are soft and clear it melts confusingthe waters with hot rays and the forests with darkness to wherewavering in and out of view like