-He is dead! she cried with emphasis heartbreaking, my poor Gervasio is dead … would be here for sure if it was not dead …

He would not be persuaded that he had left, he had preferred exile to his father’s house, the care of his mother!

-He preferred exile to the humiliation of living under the yoke of our enemies, like many of his comrades, said her husband, but things can not continue this way,-and showing all the illusions of that time, studied to prove the impossibility of a long Austrian rule in Italy, because people can brave anything they want, but no longer listening Magdalene, kissing her tenderly Stephen, anxiously questioned him on the injury that prevented him from walking, made him sit in a chair, brought the refreshment to weary travelers from the poor long suffering, hunger, the fatigue of travel, in that state.

Just heard their return also saw the teacher Zecchini, and never ceased to question him on the most minute details of the memorable siege; showed desolate for so many misfortunes, and wanted to say that you had resigned to fate, it was over forever, it would absolutely impossible to win the Austrian power. The captain let out a fist on the table so violently that blew up the dishes and glasses, and so began again quarrels between the two old friends, who returned after missing to live together, always inseparable, and always divided.