It is not as though I were Sicilian or Neapolitan. I am
not accustomed to this heat."
They feil mechanically into step and began to cross the square. The sun blazed down upon them in a sheet
of white flame.
"Come and repose yourself for a moment, Borek suggested, "in the gardens here. They are cool, and one can
at least sit in the shade."
"Oh, if you like," Rosa shrugged, "anywhere, so long
as we 'don't stand about waiting to catch a sunstroke or fever."
They passed through the gate of the public gardens.