His mother snatched him up quickly and commenced covering the hurt arm with kisses to make it well.
Constance laughed.
'Isn't it queer,' she asked, 'to think how different these people are from us and yet how exactly the same.

Their way of living is absolutely foreign, but their feelings are just like yours and mine.' He touched her arm and called her attention to a man and a girl on the step below them.

It was the young peasant again who had guided them down the mountain, but who now had eyes for no one but Maria.

She leaned toward him to see the stage and his arm was around her.

Their interest in the play was purely a pretence, and both of them knew it.
Tony laughed softly and echoed her words.
'Yes, their feelings are just like yours and mine.' He slipped his arm around her.
Constance drew back quickly.
'I think,' she remarked, 'that the diligence has come.' 'Oh, hang the diligence!' Tony growled.