"You talk like a mad dog.
Remember the young lady!" "It would make a leaden statue speak!" answered Pasquale.

"The Signor Giovanni sends a boy to say that the Surgeon was not at home, because he had gone to shave the arch-priest of San Piero!" In spite of the great pain he still suffered, Zorzi laughed, a little.
"You said that you would throw, him into the canal if he came at all," he said.
"Yes, and so I meant to do!" cried Pasquale.

"But that is no reason why the inhuman monster should be shaving the arch-priest when a man might be dying for need of him! Oh, let him come here! Oh, I advise him to come! The miserable, cowardly, bloodletting, soap-sudding, shaving little beast of a barber!" Pasquale drew a long breath after this, and unclenched his fist, but his lips still moved, as he said things to himself which would have shocked Marietta if she could have had the least idea of what they meant.
"You cannot stay here," she said, turning to Zorzi again.

"You cannot lie on this bench all day." "I shall soon be able to stand," answered Zorzi confidently.

"I am much better." "You will not stand on that foot for many a day," said Nella, shaking her head.
"Then Pasquale must get me a pair of crutches," replied Zorzi.