Thus I lay in a state of weakness and insensibility between life and death, when I felt myself pressed by something that moved up and down upon my body. This brought me to myself. I opened my eyes, and saw a pretty fair-faced man, who sighed and muttered these words between his teeth, 'O che sciagura d'essere senza coglioni!"'
En este estado de insensibilidad y flaqueza estaba entre la vida y la muerte, quando me sentí comprimida por una cosa que bullia sobre mi cuerpo; y abriendo los ojos, vi á un hombre blanco y de buena traza, que suspirando decia entre dientes: O che sciagura d'essere senza cogl....