So far as she at all knew what a home meant, the Palazzo Macomer was home to her, and she had no distinct recollection of any other.

Gregorio and Matilde and Bosio were her own family, so far as she had ever known what to understand by the word.

They were more familiar to her than any other people in the world possibly could be, and if she felt that she had little affection for her aunt and uncle, yet she knew that there was a bond; and she was sincerely attached to Bosio for his own sake.
She had photographs of all three on the mantelpiece, in silver frames,--that of her aunt standing in the middle, and one of the men on either side.

She looked at Bosio's, taking it down from its place.

She looked at it critically, and seeing a speck of dust on the glass, just over the face, she passed her handkerchief over it, polishing the surface, and looking at it again.