and passionate souls in pain dumbed in giving utterance to their feelings, seeking outlets to come to light.
Such was their attitude. They were silent, but their very silence was so eloquent that the pen trembles in attempting to describe such sublime silence.
There they stood, silent and speechless. No one seemed to break the reigning silence. Unconsciously Lucio moved towards her, took the pitcher from her hands and said timidly:
"Ever since I saw you I have felt the longing to see you and be yours for life. Yes, how far, I cannot say but this is what I can assure you that while I live I will love you. Ay, lovely soul, I love you!" He emphasized his last words, and encouraged by her look and shy smile, he continued more vehemently, burning with emotions deep and uncontrollable: "Rosa, believe me I-I love you and let me die adoring you and you alone while I live..."
she did not move, she did not answer. He gaze was fixed on to the ground. How lovely she looked with her curls carelessly falling upon her face and clouding and shading her white brow like the lily! 0 she looked like the Madonna of Angelo!
She clasped her fingers, and she heard not the babbling words of Lucio, who eloquently spoke now, it was love that made him so eloquent and impassioned in his speech, for every word of it he ardently and sincerely felt.
She only knew after all that his many words
