She knows the languages of people who passed away many centuries ago." And the young woman said this with gravity, without looking at him, as though she had lost forever that smile of a light woman which had so deceived Ferragut.
In the train she became more like a human being, even losing her offended manner.

They were soon going to separate.

The doctor grew less and less approachable as the cars rolled towards Salerno.

It was the chilliness that appears among companions of a day, when the hour of separation approaches and each one draws into himself, not to be seen any more.
Words fell flat, like bits of ice, without finding any echo in their fall.

At each turn of the wheel, the imposing lady became more reserved and silent.