1
Penance, signore, penance for my sins; and I am not without gratitude.
2
I should not like to be kept shut up like that, signore.
3
I've sent the captain and his madman away till this afternoon, signore.
4
I have not forgotten, signore; but do you not remember my answer?
5
Let us talk of something else, signore, was the mysterious chauffeur's reply.
6
The Conte di San Miniato of whom you speak is our signore.
7
Ah, signore, you don't know what it is to serve those emigrants!
8
They have taken the body of the signore to the hospital.
9
She is praying to the Madonna for the soul of the dead signore.
10
Pardon, signore; this is far away from the matter of boots.
11
He is high, signore, very high; yet I shall reach him.
12
We of the Sabine Hills are proud, as the signore knows.
13
The signore is a gentleman, and the last, shrivelled representative of his race.
14
No, no, signore; do not drive me into a false position.
15
Everywhere, illustrissimo signore, it is well to be what you call the circumspection.
16
You see, signore, it was my wife who made me arrange it so.
