Out of the lodge came the woman with the keys, smiling very pleasantly this morning.

So, he was in the street.

The wide road led him inevitably to the big bridge, with the violent, physical stone statue-groups.

Men and women were moving about, and he noticed for the first time the littleness and the momentaneousness of the Italians in the street.

Perhaps it was the wideness of the bridge and the subsequent big, open boulevard.