She was very quiet and skilful, and she had strangely small and gentle hands for a peasant girl.

Marcello's head was propped up by her left arm while she fed him.
She had kept him alive six weeks, and she had saved his life.

She had found him lying against the door of the inn at dawn, convulsed with ague and almost unconscious, and had carried him into the house like a child, though he had been much heavier then.

Of course the innkeeper had taken his watch and chain, and his jacket and sleeve-links and studs, to keep them safe, he said.

Regina knew what that meant, but Paoluccio had ordered her to take care of him, and she had done her best.