I used to think of him under a great warm sky, with olives and vine-trees and mulberries like my father used to speak of.

I could have flung my arms about his neck." "Did you ?" The cornet gave a strangled note.
"Oh, no!" said Emilia seriously.

"But I told him how happy the thought of going into the country made me, and that it was almost like going to Italy.

He told me he would take me to Italy, if I liked.

I could have knelt at his feet.