I am not very sensitive, as a rule, but I have had a strange impression which I shall never forget.

Gianluca and I met when we were serving our time as volunteers.

He was unlike the rest of us, even then.
That was why we became friends--because he was unlike me, I suppose." "Unlike--in what way ?" asked Veronica, still looking at the sea.
"It is hard to explain.

He is a man of ideals, a religious man, a good man." Taquisara smiled gravely.

"That was enough to make him quite different from us all, was it not ?" "I do not know," said the young girl.