Jeanne had never passed that way, but she also felt that they would soon reach their destination.
Holding herself very straight, she stared at the wall, which passed before her eyes.

She stared at it attentively, as if striving to count the chinks between the stones.

The horses broke into a trot.

Beyond Sant' Anselmo the road leads downwards.

People standing on the right and on the left looked into the carriage.