They followed him through the cool lower room, where the strawberries gleamed red through the dark, up the creaking stairs to the loft.

And there on the ground was an old box and in the box, a few score of heads and other fragments--little terracottas, such as the peasants turn up every winter as they plough or dig among the olives..

Delicate little hooded women, heads of Artemis with the crown of Cybele, winged heads, or heads covered with the Phrygian cap, portrait-heads of girls or children, with their sharp profiles still perfect, and the last dab of the clay under the thumb of the artist, as clear and clean as when it was laid there some twenty-two centuries ago.
Lucy bent over them in a passion of pleasure, turning over the little things quite silently, but with sparkling looks.
'Would you like them ?' said Manisty, who had followed them, and stood over her, cigarette in hand.
'Oh no!' said Lucy, rising in confusion.

'Don't get them for me.' 'Come away,' said Eleanor, laughing.

'Never interfere between a man and a bargain.' The _padrone_ indeed appeared at the moment.