It is said that the Prince of Condé slept soundly the night before the day of Rocroi: but, first, he was very tired, and secondly he had already given all the necessary steps, and determined what should be done, the morning. Don Abbondio instead did not know much more than that would be the next day of battle, so a large part of the night was spent in anguished consultations. Do not ribald intimate event or threat, and then the wedding was a party, that he would not even put into deliberation. Renzo you need to trust, and seek him with some middle ... God forbid! - Can not pass the word ... otherwise ... ahem! - Said one of those 'good, and the resounding feeling quell'ehm! in mind, Don Abbondio not think that such a law to transgress, you repented of having also chatted with Perpetua. Escape? Where? And then! Quant'impicci, and those accounts to make! Each party that refused, the poor man turned in bed. What that for every line, it seemed the best or the lesser evil was to gain time, Renzo beating about the bush. He recalled the way, that mancavan few days time allowed for the wedding, "and if I can hold off, for these few days, that guy, I have then two months of breathing, and, in two months, much can be born things ". Rumen pretexts to put in the field, and, although the paressero a bit 'frivolous, while reassuring s'andava with the thought that his authority would have made the right weight of opinion, and that his long experience would give him great advantage upon a young man ignorant . "We'll see, - he said to himself - he thinks of the girlfriend, but I think of skin as I am concerned, let alone that are the most noticed. Dear son, if you feel the sting on her, I do not know what to say, but I will not go hence activity. "Stopped it a little soul to a resolution, was finally able to close his eyes, but that sleep, what a dream! Bravi, Don Rodrigo, Renzo, trails, rocks, escapes, chases, screams, gunshots. The first wake up after a disaster, and a hindrance, is a very bitter taste. The mind, just resentful, used to the idea of \u200b\u200bthe usual quiet life before, but the thought of the new state of things looks now rudely, and the sorrow it is more alive at that instant comparison. painfully Enjoy this moment, Don Abbondio summed up his plans now of the night, was confirmed in them, and ordered him better, she got up and stood waiting with fear and Renzo at a time, with impatience. Lorenzo, or as they said everyone, not Renzo did much to wait. Just now he felt able, without indiscretion, to present to the priest, went there with the fury of a proud man of twenty, who must marry on that day that he loves. Had, since adolescence, there was a lack of 'relatives, and practiced the profession of silk spinner, hereditary, so to speak, in his family, profession, years back, very lucrative, then already in decline, but not however sign that a skilled worker could not draw from a living honestly. The work was by day in the waning days, but the continuing emigration of 'workers, lured by promises in neighboring states, liens and big wages, meant that not even those who remained missing in the country. Besides this, Renzo had a little farm work he was doing and he worked himself, when he was still spinning, so that, for his condition, could be considered wealthy. And although that year was even more of the poor before, and already he began to experience a real famine, yet our young man, who, since he had his eyes on Lucy, he became steward, he was sufficiently provided, and not had to fight with hunger. Appeared before Don Abbondio, in full dress, with feathers of various colors the hat, with his nice dagger handle, in the pocket of 'trousers, with an air of celebration and at the same time of bravado, then common to men quieter. The acceptance uncertain and mysterious Don Abbondio made a singular as opposed to the ways of the jovial and resolute young man.
"That has some thoughts on my mind," Renzo argued to himself, then said: - I came, curate, to know that now that we are comfortable in church.
- What day you want to talk?
- As of that day? can not remember who has set for today?
- Today? - Said Don abound, as if she felt about it for the first time. - Today, today ... be patient, but not today I can.
- Today can not! What has happened?
- First of all, I do not feel well, you see.
- I'm sorry, but it has to do is something so little time, and so little effort ...
- And then, and then, and then ...
- And then what?
- And then there's the cheating.
- Degl'imbrogli? That there may be cheating?
- should be on our feet, to know how many hindrances arise in these areas, those accounts must one make. I am too sweet heart, I do not think to raise half of the barriers, to facilitate everything, to do things according to the pleasure of others and neglect my duty, and then I toccan de 'accusations, and worse.
- But, with the name of heaven, I do not take it on the rope, and tell me what is clear and sharp.
- Do you know how many formalities and how many it takes to make a marriage in good standing?
- well if I need anything I know, - Renzo said, beginning to deteriorate - as I have already broken the head sufficiently, these days ago. But now he has not hurried up everything? he has not done all that s'aveva to do?
- Everything, everything, it seems to you, because, be patient, the beast I am, that I neglect my duty, not to make people suffer. But now ... enough, I know what I say. The poor are maintained between the anvil and the hammer: you impatient, I pity you, poor fellow, and more ... enough, you can not tell everything. And we're the ones who'll go in between.
- But once I explain what this other formalities s'ha to do as he says, and will be made immediately.
- Do you know how many there are impediments dirimenti?
- What do you know I prevent it?
- Error, condition, votum, cognatic, crimen,
Cultus disparitas, vis, ordo, ligamen, Honestas,
It affinis sis ... - Don Abbondio began, counting on your fingers.
- You grab a fool of me? - Interrupted the young man. - Who wants me to do his latinorum?
- So, if you do not know things, have patience, and get back to those who know.
- Come on! ...
- Come, dear Renzo, not be angry, that I am ready to do ... everything depends on me. I, I want you to be happy, I wish you well. Eh ... I think when you were so good, what was missing? There is the cricket jumped to marry ...
- What are these discourses, my lord? - Renzo exclaimed, with a face of the astonished and angry.
- I mean to say, be patient, I mean to say. I would like to see you happy.
- In sum ...
- In sum, my dear son, I am not my fault, not the law I made it. And before you conclude a marriage, we are just forced to make many, many searches, making sure there are no impediments.
- Why, tell me once that obstacle has occurred?
- Be patient, things are not to be able to decrypt it on the spot. There will be nothing, I hope so, but, notwithstanding, this research shall we do us. The text is clear and obvious: antequam matrimonium denunciet ...
- I told her I do not want to Latin.
- But one has to explain that ...
- but he has not already done this research?
- I have not made them all, as I should, I say.
- Why has not made time? tell me why it was all over? why wait ...
- There! I blame my goodness too. I simplified everything to serve you as soon as possible, but ... but now I have come ... enough, I know.
- And what would I do?
- What you had patience for a few days. Dear son, a few days it's not eternity: be patient.
- How long?
"We are a good port," he thought to himself, Don Abbondio, and, to a more genteel than ever - way, - he said - in a fortnight I will try ... endeavor ...
- Fifteen days! oh yeah who is this new! Has been done all that he wanted her, has become fixed on the day, the day arrives, and now she is saying that aspects of fifteen days! Fifteen ... - Resumed he, with a louder voice and fractious, extending his arm, and beating his fist in the air and who knows what deviltry was attached to that number, if you don Abbondio had not interrupted, take the other hand, with shy and thoughtful un'amorevolezza: - gone, gone, not v'alterate, for heaven's sake. I'll see, I'll try if, in a week ...
- Lucy And what shall I say?
- which is was my mistake.
- And the talk of the world?
- also say to all, my mistake, for too much rage, too good for the heart: throw all the blame on me. I can speak better? away for a week.
- And then, there will be other impediments?
- When I tell you ...
- Well, I will have patience for a week, but feel good that, after this, not m'appagherò more than talk. Meanwhile revere -. So saying, he went, making Don Abbondio men bowed deeply than usual, and giving it a look more expressive than reverent.
he went out and walked reluctantly, for the first time, to the house of his promise, in the midst of anger, he returned with his mind on that interview, and increasingly found it strange. The cold reception of Don Abbondio and hanged, then struggled with his speech and impatient, this' two gray eyes as he spoke were always running away went here and there, as if they had been afraid to encounter the words that came forth of mouth, that make almost new marriage so explicitly cooperative, and above all, that hint is always some great, never saying anything clear, all these circumstances Renzo put together did they think that there was a mystery other than that Don Abbondio wanted to believe. The young man stood in perhaps a moment to go back to corner and make him speak more clearly, but looked up and saw Perpetua who walked before him, and went into a little garden just steps away from the house. He gave her a voice, as she opened the door, studying the past, caught up, held it in the doorway, and, with the plan to seek out something more positive, she stopped to strike up a conversation with it.
- Good morning, Perpetua: I was hoping that today would have been happy together.
- Ma! what God wants, my poor Renzo.
- Do me a favor that benedett'uomo the curate impastocchiate me some reason that I could well understand, please explain better why you can not or will not marry now.
- Oh! I think ye know the secrets of my master?
"I told you that was in the mystery," thought Renzo, and to bring it to light, he continued: - street, Perpetua, we are friends, tell me what you know, help a poor boy.
- Mala thing to be born poor, my dear Renzo.
- It's true - this shooting, more and more proving to do 'his suspicions, and, trying to approach the issue more, - it is true, - he added - but it is up to the priests to ill-treat co' poor?
- Listen, Renzo; I can not say nothing, because ... I know nothing, but what I can assure you that my boss does not want to do wrong, to you or to anyone, and he has no guilt.
- Who is there to blame? - Renzo said, with a cert'atto neglected, but with the heart suspended, and with his ear alert.
- When I tell you that I know nothing ... In defense of my master, I can speak, because it makes me feel bad that he should be given charge of wanting to displease somebody. Poor man! if he sins, is too much goodness. There is good in this world of 'villains, de' bullies, men without fear of God ..
"Bossy! Rascals! - Renzo thought: - these are not the superiors." - Via - he said, barely concealing the agitation growing - on, tell me who he is.
- Ah! you would like me to talk, and I can not speak, because ... I do not know anything, when I do not know anything, it's as if I had sworn to silence. Could you give me the rope, nothing that I cavereste mouth. Farewell, is lost time for both of us -. So saying, he went quickly into the garden, and shut the door. Renzo, respondentsStakeholders with a greeting, came back slowly, not noticing the path that took it, but when he was out of ear shot of the good woman, get a move on in a moment was at the door of Don Abbondio; entered, diviato went to the living room where she had left, I found it, and ran toward him, to make a bold and eyes bulging.
- Eh! eh! what news is this? - Don Abbondio said.
- Who is the bully - Renzo said, with the voice of a man who is resolved to obtain a precise answer, - who is that bully who does not want me to marry Lucy?
- What? what? what? - Stammered the poor surprised, with a face made an instant black and limp as a rag that comes out of the laundry. And while grumbling, made a leap from his chair to throw at the door. But Renzo, who had expected the move, and was on the alert, there sprang before him, turned the key and put it in his pocket.
- Ah! ah! speak now, curate? All know my affairs, outside of me. I want to know how to bacco, too. What do you call him?
- Renzo! Renzo! for heaven's sake, look to what you do, you think your soul.
- I think I want to know now, the moment -. And, so saying, he began, perhaps unconsciously, his hand on the handle of the knife that came out of the pocket.
- Mercy! - Don Abbondio said weakly.
- I want to know.
- Who told you ...
- No, no, no more lies. Speak clearly and immediately.
- I want to die?
- I want to know what I have reason to know.
- But if I speak, I'm dead. Do not push me from my life?
- So to speak. That "therefore" was uttered with such energy, the appearance of Renzo became so threatening that he could not even don Abbondio not assume the ability to disobey.
- I promise, I swear, - she said - not to tell anyone, not to say ever ...?
- I promise you f or a blunder, if you do not tell me the name of him just now.
Then again implore, Don Abbondio, his face, and looking into the mouth of someone who has the pincers of the Dentist, he uttered: - Don ...
- Don? - Renzo repeated, as if to help the patient to throw out the rest, and was bent over, with his ear bent over his mouth, his arms outstretched and fists clenched back.
- Don Rodrigo! - Spoke hastily forced precipitating those few syllables, consonants and crawling, he went to the trouble, partly because, well paying little attention that he had left free to make a transaction between two fears, it seemed he wanted to steal and get rid of the word, at the same point who was forced to put it out.
- Oh dog! - Renzo shouted. - And how did he do? What did you say to ...?
- How eh? how? - Replied, his voice almost disdainful, Don abundance, which, after so great a sacrifice, he felt somehow become a creditor. - How eh? Would that it were up to you, as it happened to me, that does not fit at all, that surely there would have been so many shackles Chapter -. And here was made in paint bad encounter with the terrible colors, and in talking, seeing more and more of a great anger in his body, and that until then had been hidden and wrapped in fear, and looking at the same time that Renzo, between anger and confusion, stood motionless, his head down, he continued cheerfully: - you did good work! M'avete rendered a great service! A shot of this sort to a gentleman in your care! in his house! in a sacred place! You have made a nice stunt! To tear out of my mouth ailment, your mischief! What I hid there for prudence, for your own good! And now that you know? I would like to see ... that made me! For heaven's sake! Do not mess around. It is not wrong or right, you is strength. And when, this morning, I gave you good advice ... eh! now in a rage. I had feedback for me and for you, but how? Open at least, give me my key.
- I have been wrong - Renzo said, his voice softened to Don abound, but which he felt the fury against the enemy discovered - may have been wrong, but he put his hand to his chest, and if you think in my case .. .
So saying, he had raised the key from his pocket and went to open it. Don Abbondio followed him, and while these turned the key in the lock, if approached, and, with a serious face and anxious, alzandogli before their eyes the first three fingers of the right, as if to help himself on the other hand, - Sworn at least ... - Member he said.
- I have been wrong, and excuse me - said Renzo, opening, and preparing to leave.
- Swear ... - Don Abbondio said, grabbing his arm with her trembling hand.
- I have been wrong, - he repeated Renzo, emanating from him, and departed in haste, thus truncating the question, which, as a matter of literature or philosophy or something else, would endure for centuries, since each the parties that did not replicate his own argument.
- Perpetua! Perpetua! - Shouted Don Abbondio, having called in vain for the fugitive. Perpetua does not answer: Don Abbondio did not know what kind of world it was.
It happened more than once to people far more high deal that Don Abbondio, being in predicaments so annoying, so much uncertainty in the party, which seemed to them a great fallback to bed with a fever. This expedient, he had to go look for him, because he offered himself. The fear of the day before, the anguished vigil of the night, fear had at that time, the anxiety of the future, they take effect. Breathless and stupid, it rested on her chair, began to feel some thrill in the bone, nails looked sighed, and called from time to time, his voice trembling and hacking: - Perpetua! - The last came with a large cabbage under his arm, and with a straight face, as if nothing had happened. Saving the reader laments, condolences, allegations, defenses, the "you can only have spoken," and "I did not speak," all the pies in the sum of that conversation. Suffice it to say that Don Abbondio Perpetua ordered to put the bar door, not open to most any occasion, and if no knock, answering the window that the priest had gone to bed with a fever. Then slowly climbed the stairs, saying every three steps, - they are served -, and went to bed really, where we will leave. Renzo
while walking back home angry steps, without having determined that he should do, but with a eagerness to make him something strange and terrible. The provocative, the spare, all those who in any way, do wrong to others, are guilty not only of the evil they commit, but the perversion which still bear the souls of those hurt. Renzo was a young and peaceful alien from the blood, a young and outspoken enemy of all attacks, but, in this' moments, his heart stopped beating for the murder, his mind was not that busy to daydream a betrayal. He wanted to run to the house of Don Rodrigo, hold it by the neck, e. .. but he could think of was like a fortress, garnished good on the inside, and looked outside, and that the only friends and servants well known v'entravan freely, without being stared at from head to toe, that a stranger Artigianelli potrebb'entrare there without an examination, and he above all ... He will probably be too well known. It then appeared to take his gun, on the lurk behind a bush, waiting if anything, if it ever came to pass only one, and, inside, with fierce pleasure, in that image, it appeared to feel a kick, that kick , of quietly raising his head, he recognized the villain, leveled his gun, took aim, fired, and saw him fall to the treaties, a curse, and ran on the road to the border to safety. "And Lucy?" As soon as this word was thrown through a grim fantasies of those, the best thoughts in the mind of which he was accustomed Renzo, They came in crowds. He recalled the past memories of 'his relatives, he remembered God, and the Madonna de' Saints thought of the comfort that had so often proven to be without crime, horror that he had tried many times to the story of a murder, and he awoke from that dream with blood, ispavento with remorse, and together with a kind of joy not to have done nothing but imagine. But the thought of Lucy, who pulled him thoughts! So many hopes, so many promises, a place so cherished, and so kept safe, and that day so longed for! And how, with words that this heralds a new one? And then, who left to take? How to make her his, despite the strength of powerful quell'iniquo? And with all this, not a suspect format, but a shadow tormenting passed through his mind. That soverchieria Don Rodrigo that could not be moved by a brutal passion for Lucia. And Lucy? That he had given to the smallest cars, the slightest flattery, it was thought that she could stop for a moment the head of Renzo. But had informed? He could have designed the infamous passion, without her n'avvedesse? He pushed things that far, before it attempted in any way? And Lucy had never said a word to him! to its promise!
dominated by these thoughts, he passed by his house, which was in the middle of the village, and attraversatolo, walked to that of Lucy, who was at the bottom, even a bit 'out. He had a small courtyard in front of the house, which separated from the road and was surrounded by a murettino. Renzo passed through the yard and heard a mixture and continuous hum coming from a room upstairs. Wives and girlfriends would have imagined that, had come to a Lucia procession, and not wanted to show that market with the new one in body and face. A little girl stood in the yard, ran crying - the groom! the groom!
- Hush, Betty, hush! - Renzo said. - Come here, go 'on by Lucy, pull it aside and tell her ear ... but nobody hears, or suspects anything, I '... I tell her to speak, that the appearance in the lower room, which is now -. The little girl quickly climbed the stairs, happy and proud of having a secret commission from run.
Lucia came out at that moment all tight from the hands of the mother. The friends are stealing the bride, and why did they force you to see leave, and she s'andava screen, with that a little modesty 'of the peasant warrior, making a shield to the face with his elbow, leaning on the bust, knitting and the long and blacks eyebrows, and mouth were opened, but the smile. The blacks and youthful hair, scores above the forehead, with a thin white dirizzatura is ravvolgevan behind his head, braids in circles multiply, pierced with long needles of silver, which shared around, almost in the manner de 'rays of a halo, as the farmers still use the Milanese. Around her neck was a necklace of garnets alternating with gold filigree buttons: he wore a beautiful bust of floral brocade, with sleeves tied with beautiful ribbons and separate: a short skirt floss-silk pleated dense and minute, two scarlet socks, two tiles of also silk, embroidered. In addition to this, which was the particular ornament of the wedding day, Lucy had a modest beauty of the everyday, and then detected by the increased number of diseases that are dipingevan face, a joy tempered by a slight disturbance, that serene quand'in of grief that is shown when the faces of wives, and, without scompor beauty, gives a particular character. The small circle Bettina drove in, went over to Lucy, the understanding he realized that I had something to communicate, and told his little word in his ear.
- I want a moment and come back, - said Lucia to women, and went down quickly. At the sight of his face changed, and the uneasy gait of Renzo, - what is it? - He said, not without a presentiment of terror.
- Lucy! - Renzo said, - for now, everything is upstream, and God knows when we will be husband and wife.
- What? - Lucia said, utterly bewildered. Renzo told her briefly the story of that morning, she listened with anguish: and when he heard the name of Don Rodrigo, - ah! - Exclaimed, blushing and trembling, - up to this sign!
- So you know ...? - Renzo said.
- Unfortunately! - Said Lucy - but to this sign!
- What do you know?
- Do not make me speak now, and let me cry. I ran to call my mother, and lay women: We must be alone.
As she was leaving, Renzo whispered - not m'avete never said anything.
- Ah, Renzo! - Lucia said, addressing a moment, without stopping. Renzo understood very well that his name was pronounced in that moment, with that tone, Lucia wanted to say, can you doubt that I have been silent if not for reasons fair and pure? Meanwhile, the good
Agnes (that was the mother of Lucy), put into suspicion and curiosity from the little word in your ear, and by the shot of her daughter, had come down to see what was new. Her daughter left her with Renzo, returned to the women gathered, and pleasing appearance and voice, as best he could, he said, - the curate is sick, and now it does nothing -. That said, greeted them all in a hurry, and went down again.
The women marched, and spread themselves to tell the tale. Two or three since they went to the door of the priest, to see if he was really sick.
- A high fever, - Perpetua said from the window, and the sad word, given to another, cut short the speculation that they were beginning to swarm 'their brains, and announce it truncated and mysterious' their speeches.
"That has some thoughts on my mind," Renzo argued to himself, then said: - I came, curate, to know that now that we are comfortable in church.
- What day you want to talk?
- As of that day? can not remember who has set for today?
- Today? - Said Don abound, as if she felt about it for the first time. - Today, today ... be patient, but not today I can.
- Today can not! What has happened?
- First of all, I do not feel well, you see.
- I'm sorry, but it has to do is something so little time, and so little effort ...
- And then, and then, and then ...
- And then what?
- And then there's the cheating.
- Degl'imbrogli? That there may be cheating?
- should be on our feet, to know how many hindrances arise in these areas, those accounts must one make. I am too sweet heart, I do not think to raise half of the barriers, to facilitate everything, to do things according to the pleasure of others and neglect my duty, and then I toccan de 'accusations, and worse.
- But, with the name of heaven, I do not take it on the rope, and tell me what is clear and sharp.
- Do you know how many formalities and how many it takes to make a marriage in good standing?
- well if I need anything I know, - Renzo said, beginning to deteriorate - as I have already broken the head sufficiently, these days ago. But now he has not hurried up everything? he has not done all that s'aveva to do?
- Everything, everything, it seems to you, because, be patient, the beast I am, that I neglect my duty, not to make people suffer. But now ... enough, I know what I say. The poor are maintained between the anvil and the hammer: you impatient, I pity you, poor fellow, and more ... enough, you can not tell everything. And we're the ones who'll go in between.
- But once I explain what this other formalities s'ha to do as he says, and will be made immediately.
- Do you know how many there are impediments dirimenti?
- What do you know I prevent it?
- Error, condition, votum, cognatic, crimen,
Cultus disparitas, vis, ordo, ligamen, Honestas,
It affinis sis ... - Don Abbondio began, counting on your fingers.
- You grab a fool of me? - Interrupted the young man. - Who wants me to do his latinorum?
- So, if you do not know things, have patience, and get back to those who know.
- Come on! ...
- Come, dear Renzo, not be angry, that I am ready to do ... everything depends on me. I, I want you to be happy, I wish you well. Eh ... I think when you were so good, what was missing? There is the cricket jumped to marry ...
- What are these discourses, my lord? - Renzo exclaimed, with a face of the astonished and angry.
- I mean to say, be patient, I mean to say. I would like to see you happy.
- In sum ...
- In sum, my dear son, I am not my fault, not the law I made it. And before you conclude a marriage, we are just forced to make many, many searches, making sure there are no impediments.
- Why, tell me once that obstacle has occurred?
- Be patient, things are not to be able to decrypt it on the spot. There will be nothing, I hope so, but, notwithstanding, this research shall we do us. The text is clear and obvious: antequam matrimonium denunciet ...
- I told her I do not want to Latin.
- But one has to explain that ...
- but he has not already done this research?
- I have not made them all, as I should, I say.
- Why has not made time? tell me why it was all over? why wait ...
- There! I blame my goodness too. I simplified everything to serve you as soon as possible, but ... but now I have come ... enough, I know.
- And what would I do?
- What you had patience for a few days. Dear son, a few days it's not eternity: be patient.
- How long?
"We are a good port," he thought to himself, Don Abbondio, and, to a more genteel than ever - way, - he said - in a fortnight I will try ... endeavor ...
- Fifteen days! oh yeah who is this new! Has been done all that he wanted her, has become fixed on the day, the day arrives, and now she is saying that aspects of fifteen days! Fifteen ... - Resumed he, with a louder voice and fractious, extending his arm, and beating his fist in the air and who knows what deviltry was attached to that number, if you don Abbondio had not interrupted, take the other hand, with shy and thoughtful un'amorevolezza: - gone, gone, not v'alterate, for heaven's sake. I'll see, I'll try if, in a week ...
- Lucy And what shall I say?
- which is was my mistake.
- And the talk of the world?
- also say to all, my mistake, for too much rage, too good for the heart: throw all the blame on me. I can speak better? away for a week.
- And then, there will be other impediments?
- When I tell you ...
- Well, I will have patience for a week, but feel good that, after this, not m'appagherò more than talk. Meanwhile revere -. So saying, he went, making Don Abbondio men bowed deeply than usual, and giving it a look more expressive than reverent.
he went out and walked reluctantly, for the first time, to the house of his promise, in the midst of anger, he returned with his mind on that interview, and increasingly found it strange. The cold reception of Don Abbondio and hanged, then struggled with his speech and impatient, this' two gray eyes as he spoke were always running away went here and there, as if they had been afraid to encounter the words that came forth of mouth, that make almost new marriage so explicitly cooperative, and above all, that hint is always some great, never saying anything clear, all these circumstances Renzo put together did they think that there was a mystery other than that Don Abbondio wanted to believe. The young man stood in perhaps a moment to go back to corner and make him speak more clearly, but looked up and saw Perpetua who walked before him, and went into a little garden just steps away from the house. He gave her a voice, as she opened the door, studying the past, caught up, held it in the doorway, and, with the plan to seek out something more positive, she stopped to strike up a conversation with it.
- Good morning, Perpetua: I was hoping that today would have been happy together.
- Ma! what God wants, my poor Renzo.
- Do me a favor that benedett'uomo the curate impastocchiate me some reason that I could well understand, please explain better why you can not or will not marry now.
- Oh! I think ye know the secrets of my master?
"I told you that was in the mystery," thought Renzo, and to bring it to light, he continued: - street, Perpetua, we are friends, tell me what you know, help a poor boy.
- Mala thing to be born poor, my dear Renzo.
- It's true - this shooting, more and more proving to do 'his suspicions, and, trying to approach the issue more, - it is true, - he added - but it is up to the priests to ill-treat co' poor?
- Listen, Renzo; I can not say nothing, because ... I know nothing, but what I can assure you that my boss does not want to do wrong, to you or to anyone, and he has no guilt.
- Who is there to blame? - Renzo said, with a cert'atto neglected, but with the heart suspended, and with his ear alert.
- When I tell you that I know nothing ... In defense of my master, I can speak, because it makes me feel bad that he should be given charge of wanting to displease somebody. Poor man! if he sins, is too much goodness. There is good in this world of 'villains, de' bullies, men without fear of God ..
"Bossy! Rascals! - Renzo thought: - these are not the superiors." - Via - he said, barely concealing the agitation growing - on, tell me who he is.
- Ah! you would like me to talk, and I can not speak, because ... I do not know anything, when I do not know anything, it's as if I had sworn to silence. Could you give me the rope, nothing that I cavereste mouth. Farewell, is lost time for both of us -. So saying, he went quickly into the garden, and shut the door. Renzo, respondentsStakeholders with a greeting, came back slowly, not noticing the path that took it, but when he was out of ear shot of the good woman, get a move on in a moment was at the door of Don Abbondio; entered, diviato went to the living room where she had left, I found it, and ran toward him, to make a bold and eyes bulging.
- Eh! eh! what news is this? - Don Abbondio said.
- Who is the bully - Renzo said, with the voice of a man who is resolved to obtain a precise answer, - who is that bully who does not want me to marry Lucy?
- What? what? what? - Stammered the poor surprised, with a face made an instant black and limp as a rag that comes out of the laundry. And while grumbling, made a leap from his chair to throw at the door. But Renzo, who had expected the move, and was on the alert, there sprang before him, turned the key and put it in his pocket.
- Ah! ah! speak now, curate? All know my affairs, outside of me. I want to know how to bacco, too. What do you call him?
- Renzo! Renzo! for heaven's sake, look to what you do, you think your soul.
- I think I want to know now, the moment -. And, so saying, he began, perhaps unconsciously, his hand on the handle of the knife that came out of the pocket.
- Mercy! - Don Abbondio said weakly.
- I want to know.
- Who told you ...
- No, no, no more lies. Speak clearly and immediately.
- I want to die?
- I want to know what I have reason to know.
- But if I speak, I'm dead. Do not push me from my life?
- So to speak. That "therefore" was uttered with such energy, the appearance of Renzo became so threatening that he could not even don Abbondio not assume the ability to disobey.
- I promise, I swear, - she said - not to tell anyone, not to say ever ...?
- I promise you f or a blunder, if you do not tell me the name of him just now.
Then again implore, Don Abbondio, his face, and looking into the mouth of someone who has the pincers of the Dentist, he uttered: - Don ...
- Don? - Renzo repeated, as if to help the patient to throw out the rest, and was bent over, with his ear bent over his mouth, his arms outstretched and fists clenched back.
- Don Rodrigo! - Spoke hastily forced precipitating those few syllables, consonants and crawling, he went to the trouble, partly because, well paying little attention that he had left free to make a transaction between two fears, it seemed he wanted to steal and get rid of the word, at the same point who was forced to put it out.
- Oh dog! - Renzo shouted. - And how did he do? What did you say to ...?
- How eh? how? - Replied, his voice almost disdainful, Don abundance, which, after so great a sacrifice, he felt somehow become a creditor. - How eh? Would that it were up to you, as it happened to me, that does not fit at all, that surely there would have been so many shackles Chapter -. And here was made in paint bad encounter with the terrible colors, and in talking, seeing more and more of a great anger in his body, and that until then had been hidden and wrapped in fear, and looking at the same time that Renzo, between anger and confusion, stood motionless, his head down, he continued cheerfully: - you did good work! M'avete rendered a great service! A shot of this sort to a gentleman in your care! in his house! in a sacred place! You have made a nice stunt! To tear out of my mouth ailment, your mischief! What I hid there for prudence, for your own good! And now that you know? I would like to see ... that made me! For heaven's sake! Do not mess around. It is not wrong or right, you is strength. And when, this morning, I gave you good advice ... eh! now in a rage. I had feedback for me and for you, but how? Open at least, give me my key.
- I have been wrong - Renzo said, his voice softened to Don abound, but which he felt the fury against the enemy discovered - may have been wrong, but he put his hand to his chest, and if you think in my case .. .
So saying, he had raised the key from his pocket and went to open it. Don Abbondio followed him, and while these turned the key in the lock, if approached, and, with a serious face and anxious, alzandogli before their eyes the first three fingers of the right, as if to help himself on the other hand, - Sworn at least ... - Member he said.
- I have been wrong, and excuse me - said Renzo, opening, and preparing to leave.
- Swear ... - Don Abbondio said, grabbing his arm with her trembling hand.
- I have been wrong, - he repeated Renzo, emanating from him, and departed in haste, thus truncating the question, which, as a matter of literature or philosophy or something else, would endure for centuries, since each the parties that did not replicate his own argument.
- Perpetua! Perpetua! - Shouted Don Abbondio, having called in vain for the fugitive. Perpetua does not answer: Don Abbondio did not know what kind of world it was.
It happened more than once to people far more high deal that Don Abbondio, being in predicaments so annoying, so much uncertainty in the party, which seemed to them a great fallback to bed with a fever. This expedient, he had to go look for him, because he offered himself. The fear of the day before, the anguished vigil of the night, fear had at that time, the anxiety of the future, they take effect. Breathless and stupid, it rested on her chair, began to feel some thrill in the bone, nails looked sighed, and called from time to time, his voice trembling and hacking: - Perpetua! - The last came with a large cabbage under his arm, and with a straight face, as if nothing had happened. Saving the reader laments, condolences, allegations, defenses, the "you can only have spoken," and "I did not speak," all the pies in the sum of that conversation. Suffice it to say that Don Abbondio Perpetua ordered to put the bar door, not open to most any occasion, and if no knock, answering the window that the priest had gone to bed with a fever. Then slowly climbed the stairs, saying every three steps, - they are served -, and went to bed really, where we will leave. Renzo
while walking back home angry steps, without having determined that he should do, but with a eagerness to make him something strange and terrible. The provocative, the spare, all those who in any way, do wrong to others, are guilty not only of the evil they commit, but the perversion which still bear the souls of those hurt. Renzo was a young and peaceful alien from the blood, a young and outspoken enemy of all attacks, but, in this' moments, his heart stopped beating for the murder, his mind was not that busy to daydream a betrayal. He wanted to run to the house of Don Rodrigo, hold it by the neck, e. .. but he could think of was like a fortress, garnished good on the inside, and looked outside, and that the only friends and servants well known v'entravan freely, without being stared at from head to toe, that a stranger Artigianelli potrebb'entrare there without an examination, and he above all ... He will probably be too well known. It then appeared to take his gun, on the lurk behind a bush, waiting if anything, if it ever came to pass only one, and, inside, with fierce pleasure, in that image, it appeared to feel a kick, that kick , of quietly raising his head, he recognized the villain, leveled his gun, took aim, fired, and saw him fall to the treaties, a curse, and ran on the road to the border to safety. "And Lucy?" As soon as this word was thrown through a grim fantasies of those, the best thoughts in the mind of which he was accustomed Renzo, They came in crowds. He recalled the past memories of 'his relatives, he remembered God, and the Madonna de' Saints thought of the comfort that had so often proven to be without crime, horror that he had tried many times to the story of a murder, and he awoke from that dream with blood, ispavento with remorse, and together with a kind of joy not to have done nothing but imagine. But the thought of Lucy, who pulled him thoughts! So many hopes, so many promises, a place so cherished, and so kept safe, and that day so longed for! And how, with words that this heralds a new one? And then, who left to take? How to make her his, despite the strength of powerful quell'iniquo? And with all this, not a suspect format, but a shadow tormenting passed through his mind. That soverchieria Don Rodrigo that could not be moved by a brutal passion for Lucia. And Lucy? That he had given to the smallest cars, the slightest flattery, it was thought that she could stop for a moment the head of Renzo. But had informed? He could have designed the infamous passion, without her n'avvedesse? He pushed things that far, before it attempted in any way? And Lucy had never said a word to him! to its promise!
dominated by these thoughts, he passed by his house, which was in the middle of the village, and attraversatolo, walked to that of Lucy, who was at the bottom, even a bit 'out. He had a small courtyard in front of the house, which separated from the road and was surrounded by a murettino. Renzo passed through the yard and heard a mixture and continuous hum coming from a room upstairs. Wives and girlfriends would have imagined that, had come to a Lucia procession, and not wanted to show that market with the new one in body and face. A little girl stood in the yard, ran crying - the groom! the groom!
- Hush, Betty, hush! - Renzo said. - Come here, go 'on by Lucy, pull it aside and tell her ear ... but nobody hears, or suspects anything, I '... I tell her to speak, that the appearance in the lower room, which is now -. The little girl quickly climbed the stairs, happy and proud of having a secret commission from run.
Lucia came out at that moment all tight from the hands of the mother. The friends are stealing the bride, and why did they force you to see leave, and she s'andava screen, with that a little modesty 'of the peasant warrior, making a shield to the face with his elbow, leaning on the bust, knitting and the long and blacks eyebrows, and mouth were opened, but the smile. The blacks and youthful hair, scores above the forehead, with a thin white dirizzatura is ravvolgevan behind his head, braids in circles multiply, pierced with long needles of silver, which shared around, almost in the manner de 'rays of a halo, as the farmers still use the Milanese. Around her neck was a necklace of garnets alternating with gold filigree buttons: he wore a beautiful bust of floral brocade, with sleeves tied with beautiful ribbons and separate: a short skirt floss-silk pleated dense and minute, two scarlet socks, two tiles of also silk, embroidered. In addition to this, which was the particular ornament of the wedding day, Lucy had a modest beauty of the everyday, and then detected by the increased number of diseases that are dipingevan face, a joy tempered by a slight disturbance, that serene quand'in of grief that is shown when the faces of wives, and, without scompor beauty, gives a particular character. The small circle Bettina drove in, went over to Lucy, the understanding he realized that I had something to communicate, and told his little word in his ear.
- I want a moment and come back, - said Lucia to women, and went down quickly. At the sight of his face changed, and the uneasy gait of Renzo, - what is it? - He said, not without a presentiment of terror.
- Lucy! - Renzo said, - for now, everything is upstream, and God knows when we will be husband and wife.
- What? - Lucia said, utterly bewildered. Renzo told her briefly the story of that morning, she listened with anguish: and when he heard the name of Don Rodrigo, - ah! - Exclaimed, blushing and trembling, - up to this sign!
- So you know ...? - Renzo said.
- Unfortunately! - Said Lucy - but to this sign!
- What do you know?
- Do not make me speak now, and let me cry. I ran to call my mother, and lay women: We must be alone.
As she was leaving, Renzo whispered - not m'avete never said anything.
- Ah, Renzo! - Lucia said, addressing a moment, without stopping. Renzo understood very well that his name was pronounced in that moment, with that tone, Lucia wanted to say, can you doubt that I have been silent if not for reasons fair and pure? Meanwhile, the good
Agnes (that was the mother of Lucy), put into suspicion and curiosity from the little word in your ear, and by the shot of her daughter, had come down to see what was new. Her daughter left her with Renzo, returned to the women gathered, and pleasing appearance and voice, as best he could, he said, - the curate is sick, and now it does nothing -. That said, greeted them all in a hurry, and went down again.
The women marched, and spread themselves to tell the tale. Two or three since they went to the door of the priest, to see if he was really sick.
- A high fever, - Perpetua said from the window, and the sad word, given to another, cut short the speculation that they were beginning to swarm 'their brains, and announce it truncated and mysterious' their speeches.
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