It had ten pounds in paper money, and five sovereigns, and silver,--I think four shillings.
We determined to keep it a secret; and then we thought of the best way of spending it, and decided not to spend it all, but to keep some for when we wanted it dreadfully, and for a lesson or two for me now and then, and a music-score, and perhaps a good violin for my father, and new strings for him and me, and meat dinners now and then, and perhaps a day in the country: for that was always one of my dreams as I watched the clouds flying over London.

They seemed to be always coming from happy places and going to happy places, never stopping where I was! I cannot be sorrowful long.

You know that song of mine that you like so much--my own composing?
It was a song about that kind gentleman.

I got words to suit it as well as I could, from a penny paper, but they don't mean anything that I mean, and they are only words." She did not appear to hear the gallant cornet's denial that he cared particularly for that song.
"What I meant was,--that gentleman speaks--I have fought for Italy; I am an English hero and have fought for Italy, because of an Italian child; but now I am wounded and a prisoner.

When you shoot me, cruel Austrians, I shall hear her voice and think of nothing else, so you cannot hurt me." Emilia turned spitefully on herself at this close.