carabiniere

We helped ourselves, and the fat carabiniere started the conversation with the usual questions—and where were we going tomorrow?

In the background were four or five other men, of whom I had distinguished none but a stout soldier, probably chief carabiniere.

She wrenched herself away, went up to the carabiniere, who stood at the corner, and spoke to him.

Once a carabiniere asked her where she was going, why she walked alone so in the disturbed city.

The carabiniere is soft and will go any way, though always with some interest.