Hearing these words, Ramona came to the window, and leaning out, whispered, Are you talking about Alessandro’s staying? Let me come and talk to him. He must not go. And running swiftly through the hall, across the veranda, and down the steps, she stood by Alessandro’s side in a moment. Looking up in his face pleadingly, she said: We can’t let you go, Alessandro. The Senor will pay wages to some other to go in your place with the shearers.