Is not that enough?
What can I do?
I should like to be good, of course, but I like still better to be with you.

So it is." "You are better than the priest knows," said Marcello thoughtfully, "and I am worse." "It is not true.

But if I had a letter from you, I would not take it to the priest to read for me.

He would be angry, and tear it up, and send me away.

I understood this at the beginning, so I made Settimia teach me how to read the writing, and I also learned to write myself, not very well, but one can understand it." "I know.