At last my father had to stop there day and night.

Then that good woman's daughter came to him to keep him from starving; she risked being stripped naked and beaten with rods, to keep my father from starving.
When my father speaks of Sandra now, it makes my mother--she does not like it.

I am named after her: Emilia Alessandra Belloni.

'Sandra' is short for it.

She did not know why I was christened that, and will never call me anything but Emilia, though my father says Sandra, always.
My father never speaks of that dear Sandra herself, except when he is tipsy.