You can't see a vineyard--not one.

And the air--isn't it fresh?
Isn't it lovely?
Wouldn't you guess you were three thousand feet up?
I just know this--we're going to make you comfortable.

I'm going right down now to send that cart back to Orvieto for a lot of things.

And you're going to get ever, ever so much better, aren't you?
Say you will!' The girl fell on her knees beside Eleanor, and took the other's thin hands into her own.

Her face, thrown back, had lost its gaiety; her mouth quivered.
Eleanor met the girl's tender movement dry-eyed.