To think of you, with an English father, and never in London till now! I used to go to museums and concerts sometimes, when my English mistress was pleased with me.

That gracious lady often gave me a glass of the fine strong purple wine.

The Holy Virgin grant that Aunt Gallilee may be as kind a woman! Such a head of hair as the other one she cannot hope to have.

It was a joy to dress it.

Do you think I wouldn't stay here in England with you if I could?
What is to become of my old man in Italy, with his cursed asthma, and nobody to nurse him?
Oh, but those were dull years in London! The black endless streets--the dreadful Sundays--the hundreds of thousands of people, always in a hurry; always with grim faces set on business, business, business! I was glad to go back and be married in Italy.