I see that,--leave me alone.

When you are married, then you will see how amiable Signor Zicci will be.

Oh, per fede! but he will be as close to your husband as the yolk to the white; that he will.
"Silence, Gionetta! How wretched I am to have no one else to speak to--to advise me.

Oh, beautiful sun!" and the girl pressed her hand to her heart with wild energy, "why do you light every spot but this?
Dark, dark! And a little while ago I was so calm, so innocent, so gay.

I did not hate you then, Gionetta, hateful as your talk was; I hate you now.
Go in; leave me alone--leave me." "And indeed it is time I should leave you, for the polenta will be spoiled, and you have eaten nothing all day.