Here I have no gust for food, and indeed there is none worth eating.' As she spoke, she raised her hand to the branch of an arbutus just above her head, plucked one of the strawberry-like fruits, bit into it with her white teeth, and threw the half away contemptuously.
'You!' She turned to her companion abruptly.

'Where would you like to live when the war is over ?' Veranilda's eyes rested upon something in the far distance, but less far than the shining horizon.
'Surely not _there_!' pursued the other, watching her.

'I was but once in Rome, and I had not been there a week when I fell sick of fever.
King Theodoric knew better than to make his dwelling at Rome, and Totila will never live there.

The houses are so big and so close together they scarce leave air to breathe; so old, too, they look as if they would tumble upon your head.

I have small liking for Ravenna, where there is hardly dry land to walk upon, and you can't sleep for the frogs.