'Let us go on,' she said.

'I am so thirsty--where can we get some water ?' They crossed the bridge to a little inn on the other side, in front of which some carters were unharnessing their horses with much lively invective.

The setting sun lit up the group of men and beasts vividly.
The people at the inn showed not the faintest sign of surprise at the entry of the two strangers.

Two or three men shivering with ague, morose and jaundiced, were crouching round a square brazier.

A red-haired bullock-driver was snoring in a corner, his empty pipe still between his teeth.