I must do another leaf before dinner." "I will get in another cherub's nose," said his master, preparing to relight his pipe for a whiff before going to work again.

"Body of a dog, these priests!" he grumbled, as he attacked the next angel on the ewer with matchless dexterity and steadiness.

A long pause followed the animated discourse of the chiseller.

Both men were intent upon their work, alternately holding their breath for the delicate strokes, and breathing more freely as the chisel reached the end of each tiny curve.
"I think you said a little while ago that I might marry Lucia," observed Gianbattista, without looking up, "that is, if I would take her away!" "And if you take her away," retorted the other, "where will you get bread ?" "Where I get it now.

I could live somewhere else and come here to work; it seems simple enough." "It seems simple, but it is not," replied Marzio.