Let us step into this side room.

Walk upstairs, my friends.

Take care there, sir!--That porcelain, whole, is worth three thousand gold pieces: broken, it is not worth three pence.
I leave it to your good sense to treat it accordingly.

Now then, my friend!' And in the midst of the raging vortex of plunderers, who were snatching up everything which they could carry away, and breaking everything which they could not, lie quietly divested himself of his finery, and put on the ragged cotton tunic, and battered straw hat, which the fellow handed over to him.
Philammon, who had had from the first no mind to plunder, stood watching Raphael with dumb wonder; and a shudder of regret, he knew not why, passed through him, as he Saw the mob tearing down pictures, and dashing statues to the ground.

Heathen they were, doubtless; but still, the Nymphs and Venuses looked too lovely to be so brutally destroyed...
There was something almost humanly pitiful in their poor broken arms and legs, as they lay about upon the pavement....