I don't know whether you were one of the ordinary guests or whether you were best man, but I remember that the bride looked at you far more languishingly than at the bridegroom.

The wind rose; there was half a gale; you began to read a risky poem." "No doubt the Chevalier only did so in order to lay the storm," said Marcolina.
"I never claim the powers of a wizard," rejoined Casanova.

"But I will not deny that after I had begun to read, no one bothered about the storm." The three girls had encircled the Abbate.

For an excellent reason.

From his capacious pockets he produced quantities of luscious sweets, and popped them into the children's mouths with his stumpy fingers.