On coming to himself, he smelt the perfume of myrtles and roses, and looking out of window saw a garden that descended in successive declivities to the sea. Signora Loreta, standing at his bed"s head, took up her viol and began playing a tender air. Воспроизведено в оригинальной авторской орфографии издания 1909 года (издательство "London, New York, J. Lane"). Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге The Well Of Saint Clare (Анатоль Франс)