Constance lurched against him; he caught her and held her.

Her lips were very near his; he kissed her softly.
She moved to the far end of the seat and faced him with flushed cheeks.
"I thought you were a gentleman!" "I used to be, signorina; now I am only poor donkey-man." "I shall never speak to you again.

You can climb as many mountains as you wish with my father, but you can't have anything more to do with me." "_Scusi_, signorina.

I--I did not mean to.

It was just an accident, signorina." Constance turned her back and stared at the road.
"It was not my fault.