"They fairly burn. One would think each had a live coal at its heart. Yes, they seem actually to burn."
"The sun is growing red. This is the hour for the Chioggia sails on the lagoon."
"Gather a rose for me."
"Here is one."
"Oh, but its leaves are falling."
"Well, here is another."
"These leaves are falling too."
"They are all at the point of death. Perhaps this one is not."
"Do not break it off."
"Look! These seem to be redder still. Bonifazio's velvet—do you remember it? It has the same strength."