selva

The bells became silent, and Signora Selva, fixing her blue eyes on her husband's eager gaze, offered him her lips.

They came to Selva when he was passing through a dark crisis, a bitter struggle, which need not be related here.

Selva himself seemed slightly annoyed, because unanimity of opinion on certain fundamental principles was surely necessary.

The light was fading in Giovanni Selva's study, and on the little table covered with books and papers.

Selva felt that the souls which had been united by a first impulse were drifting apart again.