Then he shook his head.

'Bad country--bad people--in Maremma.' 'Oh yes, I know,' said Lucy, laughing.

'If there is anything bad here, you say it comes from Maremma.

When our harness broke this afternoon our driver said, "_Che vuole ?_ It was made in Maremma!"-- Tell me--who lives in that part of the convent--over there ?' And, turning back, she pointed to the distant window and the light.
The man spat upon the road without replying.

After replenishing his pipe he said slowly: 'That, Signorina, is a _forestiere_, too.' 'A priest--isn't it ?' 'A priest--and not a priest,' said the man after another pause.
Then he laughed, with the sudden _insouciance_ of the Italian.
'A priest that doesn't say his Mass!--that's a queer sort of priest--isn't it ?' 'I don't understand,' said Lucy.
'_Per Dio!_ what does it matter ?' said the man, laughing.