Poor Luigia sold her lemon grove in a hurry, to get the necessary money, and packed up and started for Paris immediately.

She was away six months, and she came back penniless, but seeing as well as ever.

She trudged all the way from Liparo to Tarana, along the coast road, because she could not afford to take the train.

When she walked into her own village, the first thing she saw was a wedding party leaving the church.
She stopped to watch, and as the procession passed her who should the gayly-dressed bridegroom prove to be but her own faithless sweetheart Francesco.

She screamed and fainted, and some kindly neighbors took her in and cared for her.