Then he let his head fall again, but kept his eyes open, watching the pair stealthily.
"Take the lady and gentlemen upstairs, Pierina, since they would like to see the place," said the mother.
Other women had now drawn near, shuffling along with bare feet in old shoes; bands of children, too, were swarming around; little girls but half clad, amongst whom, no doubt, were Giacinta's four.

However, with their black eyes under their tangled mops they were all so much alike that only their mothers could identify them.

And the whole resembled a teeming camp of misery pitched on that spot of majestic disaster, that street of palaces, unfinished yet already in ruins.
With a soft, loving smile, Benedetta turned to her cousin.

"Don't you come up," she gently said; "I don't desire your death, Dario _mio_.

It was very good of you to come so far.