"That water is not good to drink," said Malipieri, thinking of what was at the bottom of the well. "We had better not drink it unless we are absolutely forced to. I hope to get you out in two hours."
He stood leaning on his crowbar, his dark hair covered with dust, his white shirt damp and clinging to him, and all stained from rubbing against the broken masonry.
"It would be better to rest for a few minutes," she said, not moving.
He knew she was right, but he went with her reluctantly, and presently he was sitting beside her on the marble limbs of the Aphrodite. She turned her face to him a little shyly, and then looked away again.
"Were ever two human beings in such a situation before!"
"Everything has happened before," Malipieri answered. "There is nothing new."
"Does it hurt very much to die of starvation?" Sabina asked after a little pause.
"Not if one has plenty of water. It is thirst that drives people mad.
Hunger makes one weak, that is all."
"And cold, I am sure."
"Very cold."