If it is bad, I will take the responsibility." "Do you mean me really to finish it--altogether ?" "Yes; I tell you I have a great work on hand.

I cannot waste my time over such toys as acanthus leaves and cherubs' eyes!" He bent down and examined the thing carefully.

"You had better lay aside the neck and take up the body just where I left it, Tista," he continued.

"The scirocco is in your favour.

If it turns cold to-morrow the cement may shrink, and you will have to melt it out again." Marzio spoke to him as though there had not been the least difference between them, as though Gianbattista had not proposed to cut his throat the night before, as though he himself had not proposed to marry Carnesecchi to Lucia.
"Take my place," he said.