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"'Liquefacto tempora plumbo Diffidit, ac multa porrectum, extendit arena.' "_Liquefacto!_ Do you think, Signor Orso, that the rapidity with which a bullet flies through the air will melt it?
You who have studied projectiles, tell me whether you think that idea is truth or fiction ?" Orso infinitely preferred discussing this question of physics to arguing with the licentiate as to the morality of his action.

Brandolaccio, who did not find their scientific disquisition entertaining, interrupted it with the remark that the sun was just going to set.
"As you would not dine with us, Ors' Anton'," he said, "I advise you not to keep Mademoiselle Colomba waiting any longer.

And then it is not always wise to be out on the roads after sunset.