"That girl..." And then she checked.

"Come with me," she bade me.
But in that moment I remembered something, and I turned aside to look for my friend Rinolfo.

He was moving stealthily away, following the road Luisina had taken.

The conviction that he went to plague and jeer at her, to exult over her expulsion from Mondolfo, kindled my anger all anew.
"Stay! You there! Rinolfo!" I called.
He halted in his strides, and looked over his shoulder, impudently.
I had never yet been paid by any the deference that was my due.

Indeed, I think that among the grooms and serving-men at Mondolfo I must have been held in a certain measure of contempt, as one who would never come to more manhood than that of the cassock.
"Come here," I bade him, and as he appeared to hesitate I had to repeat the order more peremptorily.