"But I do not think you are right.

You have no idea how quietly he knelt, and his hands were folded on the bench.

He bent his head once, and I believe he kissed the feet--I wish you could have seen it, you would not doubt me.
You think I have invented a silly tale, I am sure you do." The tears filled her eyes as she turned away and stared vacantly out of the window at the dark houses opposite.

The sun, which had been shining until that moment, disappeared behind a mass of driving clouds, and a few drops of rain began to beat against the panes of glass.

The world seemed suddenly more dreary to Lucia.