My own chamber contained merely the barest necessaries, and, as the gentleman of Cosenza would have said, "left something to be desired" in point of cleanliness.

Conceive the places into which Cotrone's poorest have to crawl when they are stricken with disease.

I admit, however, that the thought was worse to me at that moment than it is now.

After all, the native of Cotrone has advantages over the native of a city slum; and it is better to die in a hovel by the Ionian Sea than in a cellar at Shoreditch.
The position of my room, which looked upon the piazza, enabled me to hear a great deal of what went on in the town.

The life of Cotrone began about three in the morning; at that hour I heard the first voices, upon which there soon followed the bleating of goats and the tinkling of ox-bells.