They are white beans, too, and the white are much heavier than the brown." She lifted the tin cover off the earthen pot and stirred the contents.
"White beans!" grumbled Paoluccio.

"And the weather is hot.

Do you wish to kill me ?" "No," answered Nanna quietly.

"Not you." "Do you know what I say ?" Paoluccio planted a huge finger on the oaken board.

"That sick butterfly upstairs is tougher than I am.