Neither is it necessary to ask what His will is concerning me.

Why not go down, and sleep ?" Benedetto rose, his head heavy with leaden weariness.

The sky was hidden by thick clouds as far as the hills of Jenne, where the valley of the upper Anio turns.

Benedetto could hardly distinguish the black shadow of the Francolano opposite, or the livid, rocky slope at his feet.

He started down, but stopped after a few steps.