She is, small and slight as a child; she has rippling curls, and soft praying eyes, and tiny, weak, white hands, not strong enough to snap a twig in two.

Yet she can do anything with Carmelo--she is the one soft spot in his life." "I wonder if she is true to him," I muttered, half to myself and half aloud.
The captain caught up my words with an accent of surprise.
"True to him?
Ah, Dio! but the signor does not know her.

There was one of Carmelo's own band, as bold and handsome a cut-throat as ever lived--he was mad for Teresa--he followed her everywhere like a beaten cur.

One day he found her alone; he tried to embrace her--she snatched a knife from his own girdle and stabbed him with it, like a little fury! She did not kill him then, but Carmelo did afterward.

To think of a little woman like that with such a devil in her! It is her boast that no man, save Carmelo, has ever touched so much as a ringlet of her hair.