She looked round and saw him, and her mouth opened to utter a cry, but with a gesture he silenced her and pointed to the darkness outside.
"Without a word she cringed past him, her sandalled feet making no noise.

All this time Salvolio was continuing his stream of abuse, but he must have seen the wonder in my eyes for he stopped and turned.
"The old Turk took one stride forward, encircled his body with his left arm, and there they stood grotesquely like a couple who were going to start to waltz.

The Turk was a head taller than Salvolio and, as I could see, a man of immense strength.
"They looked at one another, face to face, Salvolio rapidly recovering his senses...

and then the Turk gave him a gentle punch in the ribs.
That is what it seemed like to me, but Salvolio coughed horribly, went limp in the other's arms and dropped with a thud to the ground.

The Turk leant down soberly and wiped his long knife on the other's jacket before he put it back in the sash at his waist.
"Then with a glance at me he turned to go, but stopped at the door and looked back thoughtfully.