"She has a number of things to attend to in the house; and besides, this is the girls' lesson time." "What an excellent housewife and mother! You're a lucky fellow, Olivo!" "I tell myself the same thing every day," responded Olivo, with tears in his eyes.
They passed by the gable end of the house.

Marcolina's window was still open; the pale, diaphanous gown showed up against the dark background of the room.

Along the wide chestnut avenue they made their way on to the road, now completely in the shade.

Leisurely, they walked up the slope skirting the garden wall.

Where it ended, the vineyard began.