"But I do not think that she will marry him." At the foot of the ascent, Beatrice turned and looked back.

Teresina and Bastianello were coming quickly along the little wooden bridge, but Ruggiero was close to her.
"You have not done me a good service to-day, Ruggiero," she said, but kindly, dreading to wound him.

"But it is my fault, and I should not have pressed you as I did.

Do not let the thought trouble you." "I thank you, Signorina.

And it is true that this was not a good service, and I could bite out my tongue because it was not.