Or, at least--do you not own a house on Lake Lugano?
There are some sisters in it now, are there not?
Sisters and saints go extremely well together.

Join the sisters, and let this storm blow over." The Commendatore spoke very slowly, very seriously, hiding his irony under an indifference which was even more insolent.
Benedetto rose, resolute and severe.
"I was with a sick man," he said, "who needed my illegal medicine.

It would have been better to leave me at my post.

You and the Government are my worst enemies if you offer me the means to fly from justice.
Perform your duty by sending the _carabinieri_ to arrest me for not serving on the jury.

I will prove that it was impossible for me to have received the summons.