His eyes were glazed, and no movement indicated that he was conscious of their entrance.
On the foot of the bed was seated a tiny child, apparently not three years old, her head covered by a linen cap, her feet clothed with leather boots, above which her little yellow legs showed thin and naked.

A frock, made of what had once been a gay flowered silk, was her only other garment.

Her large dark eyes shone from out her queer little face, like two precious stones in a grotesque image carved in old ivory.

She held an empty medicine-bottle in her hand, and was amusing herself with putting the cork in and drawing it out again, to hear how it would pop.
La Pazzini went up to the bed and said, 'Ecco la nobilissima donna;' but directly after screamed out, 'Holy mother! he is dead!' It was so.

The entreaty had not been sent in time for Sarti to carry out his project of asking the great English lady to take care of his Caterina.