Then they passed, and she could not but be conscious of relief, especially as she had neither money nor cigars.
Suddenly there was a clatter of steps behind her, and she turned to see one of the boys, holding out his hand-- 'Signora!--un soldino!' She walked fast, shaking her head.
'Non ho niente--niente.' He followed her, still begging, his whining note passing into something more insolent.

She hurried on.

Presently there was a silence; the steps ceased; she supposed he was tired of the pursuit, and had dropped back to the point where his companion was waiting with the mules.
But there was a sudden movement in the lane behind.

She put up her hand with a little cry.

Her cheek was struck,--again!--another stone struck her wrist.