You must have some confidence in me." "Signorina, there's the danger," rejoined Carlo.

"You trust to your good angels once, twice--the third time they fail you! What are you among a host of armed savages?
You would be tossed like weed on the sea.

In pity, do not look so scornfully! No, there is no unjust meaning in it; but you despise me for seeing danger.

Can nothing persuade you?
And, besides," he addressed the Chief, who alone betrayed no signs of weariness; "listen, I beg of you.

Milan wants no more than a signal.