A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems

information.) Then Miss Lavish darted under
the archway of the white bullocks, and she
stopped, and she cried:
"A smell! a true Florentine smell! Every city,
let me teach you, has its own smell."
"Is it a very nice smell?" said Lucy, who had
inherited from her mother a distaste to dirt.
"One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was
the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno!
Buon giorno!" bowing right and left. "Look at
that adorable wine-cart! How the driver stares
at us, dear, simple soul!"
So Miss Lavish proceeded through the streets
of the city of Florence, short, fidgety, and
playful as a kitten, though without a kitten's
grace. It was a treat for the girl to be with any
one so clever and so cheerful; and a blue
military cloak, such as an Italian officer wears,
only increased the sense of festivity.