In conscience he could not advise me to take such a step: the results might be very grave after my lung trouble.

Far better wait at Cotrone for a week or two longer, and then go on to Reggio, crossing perhaps to Sicily to complete my cure.

The more Dr.Sculco talked of windy altitudes, the stronger grew my desire for such a change of climate, and the more intolerable seemed my state of languishment.

The weather was again stormy, but this time blew sirocco; I felt its evil breath waste my muscles, clog my veins, set all my nerves a-tremble.

If I stayed here much longer, I should never get away at all.