I am ashamed of myself.

I thank the saints I have no looking-glass.

Oh, Roberto! Roberto! What have you done to your Maria ?" "My dear wife! My dear, dear wife! Be patient a little longer.

Think, love, you are not alone.

There are women here far more weary, far more hungry; several who, in the confusion, have lost their little children; others who are holding dying babes in their arms." "Giver of all good! give me patience.