As a pack of hounds after a hare being chased in vain, returned to the mortified owner, co 'musical bass, and with their tails hanging down, so in that Caucus night, they returned to the palace of Don good Rodrigo. He walked to and fro in the dark to a deserted stanzaccia the top floor, which met on the esplanade. Each time he stopped, pricked up his ears, he looked through the cracks of the tax intarlate, full of impatience and not without anxiety, not only for the uncertainty of success, but also for the possible consequences, because it was the biggest and the most risky that even the good man had put his hand. But S'andava reassurance with the thought of the precautions taken to destroy gl'indizi, if not suspicion. "As for the suspects," he thought, "I laugh. I'd like some 'know who that will be eager to be up here to see whether or not there is a girl. Come, come that lout, that will be well received . Come brother, come. The old? Go to the old Bergamo. Justice? Poh justice! The mayor is not a boy, nor a madman. And Milan? Who cares for them in Milan? Who would listen ? Who knows who we are? I am as lost people on earth, have neither a master of any people. Come, come, do not worry. How will Attilio, tomorrow!'ll see, if I will fo chatter or facts. And then ... if a fight ever was born ... I know I? some enemy that wants to take this opportunity ... Attilio will also advise me: is committed to the honor of the whole family. "But the thought on which he stopped more because it was with a quieting of 'doubts, and a pasture to main passion, was the thought of flattery, promises to take action to subscribe Lucia. "It will have much fear of being alone here, among these people, these faces, which ... more human face here I am, for berries ... that will appeal to me, it's up to you to pray, and if you please. "
While doing these beautiful accounts, he heard a trampling, goes to the window, open a little, makes head; their son. "And the compass? Devil! Where is the compass? Three, five, eight: we are all, there is also the Griso, the compass does not exist: devil devil Griso I realize."
who were entering, the Griso put in a corner of a room on earth his staff, put down his hat and sanrocchino, and, as required by his office, which at that time no one envious, went to render that account to Don Rodrigo. This was waiting at the top of the stairs, and seeing him with that look awkward and uncouth presence of the scoundrel disappointed - well, - he said, or cried - Hustler sir, sir, Mr. lascifareame?
- This is hard, - said the Griso, remaining with one foot on the first step - the procedure will receive is de 'reproaches, after working faithfully, and tried to do his duty, and risky even the skin.
- How did it go? Hear, hear, - said Don Rodrigo, and went to her room, where the Griso followed, and soon made the report of what he had prepared, done, seen and unseen, felt, feared, repaired, and the made with that order and with the confusion with that and with that dubbiezza amazement, that they had to reign in his ideas together.
- You're not wrong, and you bring good, - said Don Rodrigo: - you did what you could, but ... but under this roof that there was a spy! If there is, if they fly to find out, and we'll find out if there is, you sit down to me; you know I say, Griso, who gave it to the day of the festivities.
- Me too, sir, - said the Griso, - has occurred to such a suspicion, and if it were true, if you were to find a villain in this fate, he must put sir in my hands. One who had taken the fun of me to spend a night like this! happens with me to pay it. However, several things seemed to me to be able to detect that there must be some other plot, which for now we can not understand. Tomorrow, sir, tomorrow it will be clear.
- You have not been recognized at least? The Griso
said he hoped not, and the conclusion of Don Rodrigo's speech was ordered for the next day, three things that he would even think sapute well for itself. Send two men early in the morning to make the console that that notice, which was then made, as we have seen, and two others to the house to make the rounds to take away that you happen every idle, and subtract from each look to the compass next night, which would send and fetch her since then to make other changes not agreed to create suspicion, then leave him, and send others, de 'more relaxed and a good head, to mingle with people, to find something around all'imbroglio that night. In those orders, don Rodrigo went to bed, and left us also go Griso, dismissing him with a lot of praise, from which shone clearly intended to compensate degl'improperi precipitated with whom he had accepted.
Go to sleep, poor Griso, you gotta need. Poor Griso! In matters all day, facing half the night, not to mention the danger of falling under the fingernails of 'rude, or earn my size for a woman's rapto honest, for those that have already come upon him, and then be received that way! But! so often pay the men. You could see, however, in this circumstance, that sometimes justice, if not the first to arrive, come, sooner or later even in this world. Go to sleep for now: that one day you will perhaps administration another test, and most notable of this.
The next morning, the Griso was out again in the face when Don Rodrigo rose. This immediately tried Count Attilio, who, seeing him appear, made a face and an act of mocking, and shouted: - St. Martin!
- I do not know what you mean, - said Don Rodrigo, arriving next: - I'll pay the bet, but this is not what burns me the most. V'avevo not say anything because, I confess, I thought to keep you this morning. Ma .. enough, now I will tell you everything.
- It took a little paw that monk in the matter - said the cousin, after having heard it all, with more seriousness than would be expected from a brain increased sharply. - The friar, - he continued - with her cat dead do, and those foolish his propositions, I have a dirittone, and a meddler. And you did not you trust me, never said m'avete not clear what he came here the other day to impastocchiarvi -. Don Rodrigo reported dialogue. - And you had so much suffering? - Attilio said the Count: - and you let him go as he had come?
- What tirassi him that I wanted all the Capuchins of Italy?
- I do not know, - said the Count Attilio, - if, at that time, I would remember that there were others in the world that this reckless rogue cappuccinos, but away, even in the rules of prudence, it lacks the manner of taking satisfaction even in a cappuccino? One must be able to double-time the kindness to the whole body, and then you can with impunity give a load of sticks to a member. Simply, he missed the penalty that was best, but I'll take under my protection, and I have the consolation to teach him how to talk about co 'of ours.
- Do not make me worse.
- Trust me once, which will serve as relative and friend.
- What do you think?
- Do not know yet, but I certainly will serve him the monk. I'll think, e. .. Count the uncle of the Secret Council is that I must do him the service. Dear uncle Count! As I have fun whenever I can to work for me, a politicone of that caliber! Doman the other will be in Milan, and, in one way or another, the monk will be served. Meanwhile
was breakfast, which did not interrupt the speech of a business of that amount. Count Attilio talked about it with ease, and although we took that part which required her friendship with her cousin, and honor the common name, according to the ideas he had of friendship and honor, yet every now and then could not held not to laugh in his sleeve, that's fine success. But Don Rodrigo, who was in his own case, and who believe they quietly make a great shot, he had gone bankrupt with a crash, was agitated by passions more serious, more annoying and distracting thoughts. - A nice talk, - he said - will these rascals, across the boundary. But what do I care? As for justice, I laugh: evidence there is none, when there was, I laugh too: a good account, I made this morning to warn the console that looks good not to deposition of the future. It does not follow nothing but talk, when they go along, it bothers me. It is also too I have been mocked so cruelly.
- You have done very well, - replied the Count Attilio. - This, your mayor ... most stubborn, big head vote, mayor of a big bore ... then a gentleman, a man who knows his duty, and just when s'ha do with these people, we must have more care not to put them into difficulties. If the console is a scoundrel a statement, the mayor, no matter how well intentioned, it is also necessary that ...
- But you, - paused, with a little 'of anger, Don Rodrigo, - you spoiled my business with that contradict your all, give them the voice and songs also, if required. What the hell, that a mayor can not be stubborn beast when the remainder is a gentleman!
- you know, cousin, - he said looking at him in astonishment, Count Attilio, - you know, that I begin to believe that you have a little 'fear? I also take seriously the mayor ...
- Come, come, do not you tell yourself that you must keep the account?
- I said, and when it is in a serious business, I will show that I'm not a boy. Do you know what is enough for me the heart to do for you? I am a man to go in person to pay a visit to Mr. Podesta. Ah! honor will be happy? And I am a man to let him speak for half an hour of Earl Duke, and our Mr. Castellano English, and he was right in everything, even when they say those so massive. Then there'll throw a few words of the Secret Council on Uncle Earl: and you know those little words that make efletto ear of Mr. Podesta. The fin de 'accounts, he has more need of our protection, that you of his condescension. I'll do good, and we shall go, and I'll leave better prepared than ever.
After these and other similar words, the count went Attilio, to hunt, and Don Rodrigo stood anxiously waiting the return of the Griso. He was finally, time for dinner, to make the report.
the turmoil of that night had been so dramatic, the disappearance of three people from one village was such an event, that research, and care and out of curiosity, of course had to be very warm and insistent, and on the other hand, gl'informati were too many of something, to go all agreed to remain silent throughout. Perpetua could not be seen to the door, which was studded with one and the other, because those who had been told to make that great fear to his master, and Perpetua, thinking of all the circumstances of the act, and finally find their way which had been fooled by Agnes, she felt so much anger that perfidy, who had just needed a little 'breather. Not that complaining to go with the third quarter of the way and with the sealing fooled her, said nothing about this, but his poor shooting did not master it could not pass over in silence, and above all, a shot that had been concerted and attempted by this young man honest, from the good widow, from Madonna skewered. Don Abbondio could well command them firmly, and kindly ask you to be quiet and she could well repeat that did not need to suggest something so clear and so natural, it is certain that such a great secret lay in the heart of the poor woman, as in a beatings and ill-old circle, a very young wine, grill and that bubbles and boils, and, if not send the cap for air, moaning about, and comes out in ischiuma and transpires between customs and customs, and drips of here and there, so that one can taste it, and tell of a wine at that. Gervase, who did not seem to be true once more informed than others, which did not seem to have had little glory in great fear, which, for holding hands with dl something that smelled of criminal, seemed d ' he became a man like others, wants to crack boast. And although Tony, who seriously thought the Inquisition and the possible processes and to render account, commanded him, co 'fists to the face, not fuss about it, well there was no way of soffogargli in the mouth every word. After all Tony, too, after being out of the house that night in an unusual hour, come back with a pitch and a semblance unusual and un'agitazion mood that possessed the sincerity, could not disguise the fact to his wife, who was not dumb. Who spoke less, was Menico, because, as soon as he told his parents the story and the reason for his expedition, it seemed to them something so terrible that their son had taken part in ditching a company of Don Rodrigo, who lasciaron almost hardly finish his story to the boy. Then immediately made him the strongest and most threatening commands that look good not to not even a hint of anything and the next morning, not seeming to have enough of their insured, they resolved to keep him locked up at home for the day, and for a few more. But what? then they themselves, chatting with the locals, and without wishing to appear to know more about them, when it was dark at that point the flight of 'our three poor, and how, and why, and where, they added, as a known thing, that they had to Pescarenico refugees. So this circumstance it became 'common speech.
With all these pieces of news, then put together and sewn as still used, and the fringe that clings course in sewing, there was to do a story and a certainty of a clear that, by being satisfied with all understanding more critical. But the invasion of 'good, damn too serious and too noisy to be left out, and which no one had a little knowledge is a' positive quell'accidente cheating was what the whole story. He murmured the name of Don Rodrigo were going in this all agree, the rest was all darkness and several conjectures. There is much talk of 'two thugs who had been seen in the street, at dusk, and the other that was the door of the tavern, but that light could be drawn from this fact so dry? He wondered who the host was good to him the night before, but the landlord, to believe him, not sl remembered even if he had seen people that evening, and was careful to say that the inn is a seaport. Above all, the heads confused, and disordered conjecture that pilgrim seen by Stefano and Carlandrea, that pilgrim who wanted to kill the robbers, and that he had gone with them, or that they had them taken away. What was he doing? She was a soul in purgatory, which appeared to help women, it was a damned soul of a pilgrim and rogue impostor, who was always at night to join with those who did what he had done of living, was a pilgrim living and true that they had wanted to kill people, for fear that cried, and awaken the country was (you see a little 'thing is going to think!) one of those same robbers disguised as a pilgrim, it was this, was that it was a lot of things that all the sagacity and experience of the Griso is not enough to discover who he was, if the Griso had to catch this part of the story from 'others' speeches. But, as the reader knows, what makes it fooled the others, was just as clear for him using the key to interpreting the other information gathered by him immediately, or by means of scouts employed, was able to compose all of Don Rodrigo a report sufficiently distinct. It immediately closed with him, and informed him of the attempted coup by the poor couple, which explained the course home and found the vote sounding hammer, that did not need to assume that there was some traitor in the house, as they said this' two gentlemen. Informed of the flight, and it also was easy to find his reasons: the fear of the couple caught out, or some warning of the invasion, gave them when he was discovered, and the whole country upside down. He said that they had finally admitted to Pescarenico; not go beyond his science. Don Rodrigo pleased to be sure that no one had betrayed him, and seeing that no trace of her did, but that was a fast and light complacency. - Fled together! - Cried - together! And that monk rogue! The friar! - The word went out arrantolata by the throat and flayed end between 'teeth that bite into the finger, she looked as ugly as his passions. - That my brother will pay. Griso! I am not who I am ... I want to know, want to find ... tonight, I want to know where they are. I have no peace. A Pescarenico, now, you know, to see, to find ... Four shields at once, and my protection forever. Tonight I want to know. And that rascal ...! that brother ...! The Griso
again in the field, and, on the evening of that same day, he could return to his worthy master news you want: and behold, in what manner.
One of the great consolations in this life is friendship, and one of the consolations of friendship is quell'avere that confide a secret. Now, friends are not two by two, as the couple, each, generally speaking, has more than one: which form a chain, of which no one could find the end. So when a friend obtains the consolation of a secret lay in the bosom of another, gives him the desire to provide the same comfort, too. I pray, it is true, to say nothing to anyone, and such a state, who will take in the strict sense of the word, immediately truncate the course of the consolations. But the general practice would have it, not only obliged to entrust the secret, unless he is also a trusted friend, and by imposing the same condition. Thus, in trusted friend of trusted friend, the secret goes round and round for that immense chain, so that the ear comes to person or persons to whom the first who spoke just wanted to not allow it ever. But would ordinarily be a great piece on the way, if everyone had but two friends, what he says, and repeats that to which the thing to shut up. But there are men who favored them in the hundreds, and when the secret came to one of these men, the spins and multiplies rapidly divengon yes, that is no longer possible to follow the track. Our author has been unable to ascertain how many mouths he passed the secret that the Griso had orders to find: the fact is that good men from which women were escorted to Monza, returning towards the twenty-three, with his cart, a Pescarenico, Fell, before arriving at home, a trusted friend, to whom he told, in great confidence, the good work he had done, and the remainder, and the fact is that the Griso was able, after two hours, run to the palace to report to Don Rodrigo, who s'eran Lucia and her mother admitted to a convent of Monza, and Renzo had continued on his way to Milan. Don Rodrigo
felt a wicked joy of that separation, and felt a bit reborn 'as that wicked hope to arrive at its intent. He thought of the way, most of the night and got up early, with two drawings, one set, the more sketchy. The first was sent at once Griso in Monza, for lighter news of Lucia, and whether there was to try something. So he immediately summoned his faithful that, put The four shields in hand, again praised the skill with which he had earned, and gave orders that he had premeditated.
- Lord ... - He said, nodding, the Griso.
- What? I have not spoken out?
- If you could send someone else ...
- How?
- Illustrious Lord, I am ready to put the skin on my master is my duty, but I also know that she does not want too much risk the lives of 'his subjects.
- Well?
- your illustrious Lordship knows what I'm wearing a few sizes: e. .. Here I am under his protection, we are a company; Mr. Podesta is a friend of the house, I bring home from the bailiffs, and too ... is something that does little honor, but to live quietly ... I treat them as friends. In Milan the livery of worship is known, but in Monza ... I know there are in place. And you know that your worship, do not do for say, who I could bring to justice or show my head, would make a good shot? Hundred crowns on each other, and the right to free two bandits.
- What the hell! - Don Rodrigo said: - Can you give me now a haystack from which the heart can just hurl the legs of those who pass the door, looking back if it backed those at home, and you do not hear of moving away!
- I believe, sir, for having given evidence ...
- Now!
- So - Griso replied frankly, made it to the point, - so make your worship account that I did not speak: Lionheart, leg of hare, and I am ready to go.
- And I did not tell you to go alone. Taking with you a couple of 'better ... scarring, and Tiradritti, and should be of good cheer, and be the Griso. What the hell! Three figures like yours, and go their own way, who do not want to be happy to let her go? It should be that 'beer Monza was well come to be weary of life, to put it up against a hundred crowns in a game as risky. And then, and then I do not think of being so unknown in those parts, that the quality of my servant is no accounts at all. So a little shameless
Griso, gave him much fuller and special instructions. The Griso took the two companions, and went off with cheerful face and confident, but cursing in his heart, Monza and sizes and women and the whims of 'master, and walked like the wolf, driven by hunger, with wrinkled belly, and ribs that could be counted falls from 'his mountains, where there is only snow, advances suspiciously in the plan, it stops every now and then, with one leg suspended, wagging his tail mangy,
lever nose, worshiping the treacherous wind, if ever
ports or the smell of a man of iron, it raises the acute ears, two eyes and turns the blood, which shines with the ardor of the prey and the terror of the hunt. For the rest, that fine line, who wanted to know whence comes from, is taken from a novel of the Crusades devilry and Lombard, which will soon no longer unusual, and will make a beautiful noise and I got because I was cutting in and I say where, do not make me beautiful things of others that someone did not think it is my one cunning to let people know that the author of the devilry and I are like brothers, and I rummage my pleasure to do 'his manuscripts.
The other thing I wanted to Don Rodrigo, was to find ways that could no longer turn with Renzo Lucia, nor set foot in the country, and to this end, a machine shed to make entries of threats and dangers, which venendogli ear, through a friend, seemed to pass the desire to return there. But I think the safest would be if we could do was evicted from: and to succeed in this, he saw that most of the force would have served justice. You could, for example, give a little 'color the attempt made in the parish house, paint it as an aggression, an act of sedition, and, by the doctor to understand the mayor who was sending the case against a Renzo good catch. But he thought that did not suit him to stir that ugly thing, and without another star in racking their brains, he resolved to Dr. Azzecca of open-tangles, as was necessary for him to understand his desire. "The cries are so many!" thought, "and the doctor is not a goose, something that will work for me will find some tangle from Villanacci guess at that, else the dumb name. "But (as are sometimes the things of this world!) while that he thought the doctor, as the man most able to serve him in this, another man, the 'man that no one imagines, Renzo same, to put it, worked for the heart to serve in a more reliable and more sent to everyone that the doctor would never find saputi.
I've seen several times a dear child, lively, to be honest, most of need, but, by all signs, demonstrate the desire to get an honest man, I saw him, I say, several times on busy evenings to send an indoor flock of guinea pigs, which coursing had left the day free, in a garden. She wanted him to go to den together, but it was wasted effort: one lurched to the right, and while the little shepherd boy ran to chase the herd, another, two, three came out on the left, on all sides. So that, after a little 'impatient, adapts to their genius, first in those who were pushed closer to the door, then went to take the other, one, two, three, as he could. A game like it behooves us to do co 'our characters: Lucia hospital, we rushed to Don Rodrigo, and now we have to leave, to go after Renzo, we had lost sight of. After separation
pain we've told, Renzo walked from Monza to Milan, in the state of mind that everyone can easily imagine. Leave the house, omit the - profession, and what was most of all, get away from Lucy, found upon a street, not knowing where anderebbe to rest, and all because of that rascal! When he stayed with the thought of either of these things, s'ingolfava all the rage, and desire for revenge, but then came back to mind the prayer that he had acted with his good brother in the church of Pescarenico, and mend his ways: he is still aroused the anger, but seeing a picture on the wall, took off his hat and stopped a moment to pray again, so that, on that trip, was killed in his heart, Don Rodrigo and risuscitatolo, at least twenty times. The whole street was then buried between two high banks, muddy, rocky, deeply furrowed by rails, which, after a shower, changing into rivulets, and in some lower parts, s'allagava all, you could go there by boat. In these 'steps, a small steep path, stepped on shore, indicating that other passengers s'eran made it a road' fields. Renzo, who came to one of those 'crossing points on higher ground, he saw the great machine of the dome alone on the floor, as if, not the middle of a city, but arose in a desert, and stood on two feet, forgetting all his troubles, even from far away to contemplate that eighth wonder of which he had heard so much about since childhood. But after few moments, looking back, saw the horizon jagged ridge of mountains, saw a separate and higher among those Resegone her, she was all stir the blood, there remained much to be sad to look the part, then sadly turned around and went his way. Little by little, then began to discover and bell towers and domes and rooftops, then went down the street, walked a while longer, and when he became aware of being very close to the city, approached a passer-by, and inchinatolo, with all that grace which he knew, he said - of grace, that man. - What would you, young person?
- teach me would know the shortest way to go to the convent of 'cappuccino where Bonaventure is the father?
The man that Renzo was directed, was a wealthy resident of the boundary, which went this morning in Milan, for some of his business, she returned without having done anything in a hurry, because he could not wait of being at home, and would have gladly done without that stop. With all this without any sign of impatience, "replied very gently, - dear son, de 'convents there is more than one: we should say that I knew more clearly what is what you seek -. Renzo then he rose within the letter of Father Christopher, and showed it to that gentleman, who, lettovi: port east, rendette it to him saying - you're lucky, young person and the convent are looking for is not far from here. Take this lane for a left-handed: it's a shortcut: just a few minutes to arrive at a corner of a long and low factory: the Lazzaretto; walk along the moat surrounding it, has succeeded in bringing Eastern Europe. Revenue, and after three or four steps, you will see a square with de 'beautiful elm: there is the convent can not go wrong. God v'assista, young person -. And, accompanying the last words with a graceful gesture of the hand, he went. Renzo was amazed and built of good manner of 'citizens to the country people, and did not know that was one day out of the ordinary, a day that covers bowed to doublets. He took the road that had been taught, and found himself in eastern gate. We must not, however, that this name, the player will let your imagination run the pictures that there are now associated. When Renzo walked through that door, the street outside was not going straight for the entire length of the Lazzaretto, then ran winding and narrow, between two hedges. The door consisted of two pillars, on a roof, to repair the doors, and on one side, a little house for Gabel. The irregular slope down to the ramparts, and the terrain was rough and uneven surface of scrap metal and shards thrown there by chance. The road that opened before those who came through that door, do not compare to the evil that now presents itself to those who enter through the door Tosa. A ditch ran in the half, until a short distance from the door, and thus divided into two winding streets, covered with dust or mud, depending on the season. At the point where it was, and still the alley where the call of Borghetto, the ditch was lost in a sewer. There was a column surmounted by a cross, that of St. Denis on the right and left, were encircled by hedges and gardens, at intervals, little houses, inhabited mostly by launderers. Renzo enter, pass, and none of 'Gabellini the bay, something that seemed strange, since, by this' potevan few of his country that boast of having been to Milan, he had heard great things from' search and interrogation in Came in those undergoing arrivavan from that campaign. The street was deserted, so that if he had not heard a distant rumble, which indicated a large movement, it would have seemed to enter into a city deserted. Going forward, without knowing what you think, he saw some white stripes and fluffy, like snow, but snow could not be, that is not striped, nor, as usual, in that season. He leaned sur one of them, look, touch, and found that it was flour. "Grand'abbondanza," he said to himself, "there must be at Milan, though torn in this way the grace of God There Davan then implied that the famine is everywhere. Here's how to do, keep quiet for the poor country ". But after a few other steps, came alongside the post, he saw, at the foot of that, something more strange, he saw some things on the steps of the pedestal spread, which certainly were not pebbles, and if they had been on the bench of a baker, he would not hesitate a time to call them bread. Renzo but he dared not believe so soon to 'his eyes, because, by golly! was not the place to be bread. "Let 's see that this deal is," he said to himself again and went towards the column, he bent, he picked one: it was truly a pan round, white, of those who did not usually eat that Renzo solemnities. - It's really bread! - Said in a loud voice, so great was his astonishment: - so the sow in this country? in this year? and do not even bother to pick it up when it falls? That this is the land of plenty? - After ten miles of road, fresh air of the morning, the bread, along with the wonder awakened the appetite. "I look?" deliberated among themselves, "POH! have all left to the discretion of 'dogs enjoy it so much so that even a Christian. In the end, when compared to the master, I'll pay you." So thinking, he put in his pocket what he had in his hand, took a second, and put it in the other, third, and began to eat and rincamminò, more uncertain than ever, and eager to make clear that history was that. Just moved, he saw people coming from daybreak the city and looked carefully at what appeared to be the first. They were a man and a woman, a few steps back, a boy, all three with a load on him, which seemed beyond their strength, and all three in a strange figure. I floured cloth or rags; floured faces, and more twisted and turned, and went, not only curved, for the weight, but on pain, as if the plague were the bones. The man barely holding on his shoulders a large sack of flour, which, pierced here and there, they sowed a little, every encounter, every move unbalanced. But it was the most monstrous figure of the woman, a huge belly, which seemed to have to toil two arms bent: like a piñata with two handles; and underneath that belly came forth two legs, bare to above the knee, which were first stumbled. Renzo looked more closely and saw that the heavy body was her skirt that she was holding the edge with flour inside than there could be, and a little 'more, so that, at almost every step, he flew a breath . The boy was holding with both hands on his head a basket filled with breads, but, for the shorter legs of 'her parents, left behind little by little, and then stretching up from time to time to achieve them, The basket was losing his balance and fell on some bread.
- yet another way bitch, you're no good, - said the mother, grinding his teeth to the boy.
- I do not throw them away, saying cascan: com'ho to do? - Answered.
- Ih! Good for you, my hands are hanged, - replied the woman, shaking her fists, as if it gave a good blow to the poor boy, and with that movement, did fly away more flour, about what it would take to make the two loaves, then dropped the boy. - Go, go, - said the man: - turning back to pick them up, or someone will collect them. It is hard for so long now that is a bit 'abundance, godiamola in peace. In
so other people came through the door, and one of them, approached the woman, asked: - what you'll get the bread?
- Later, - she answered, and when they were ten feet away, he added, muttering: - these farmers are villains to sweep all the ovens and all the stores, and there will be nothing left for us.
- A little 'one, that agony six, - said the husband - plenty, abundance.
From these and other such things I saw and heard, Renzo began to make out who had arrived in a city raised, and that it was a day of conquest, which means that each take, a proportion of the will and strength, giving blows in payment. As we desire to do good shape to our poor mountaineer, sincerity historical forces us to say that his first feeling was pleasure. He had so little to lodarsi Circulation ordinary things, that he was inclined to approve what would change it in any way. And besides, being a point man than his age, he lived in that opinion or that passion in common, that the scarcity of bread was the cause dagl'incettatori and bakers', and was willing to find just any snatched from the hands of their food that they, according to that opinion, cruelly denied the hunger of a whole people. Still, he proposed to stay out of the tumult, and was glad of being directed to a cappuccino, they found shelter, and would a father. So thinking, and while watching the new conquerors who came laden with booty, made that little 'street that remained for arrive at the convent.
Where now stands the handsome building, with that lofty porch, there was then, and there was still many years I am not a square, and at the end of the church and convent of 'cappuccino, with four grand 'elm trees in front. We rejoice, not without envy, with this' our readers who have seen things in that state, which means that they are very young, and have not had time to make a lot of nonsense. Renzo went right to the door, he placed it within the means of bread he had left, he raised his hand out and held ready in the letter, and pulled the bell. Opens a door that had a grate, and there appeared the face of the Brother Porter to ask who it was.
- One of the country, leading an urgent letter to Father Bonaventura's father Christopher.
- Date here - said the porter, putting a hand to the grating.
- No, no, - Renzo said: - I have to hand it to him in his own hands.
- It is not a convent.
- Let me go, that the wait.
- Take my way, - said the friar: - waiting to go to church, who in the meantime you can take a bit 'of good. In the convent, for now, no one enters -. Having said this, shut the door. Renzo stood there with his letter in his hand. He took ten steps to the door of the church, to follow the advice of the concierge, but then decided to give another look at the first riot. He crossed the square, put his side of the road, and stood with his arms crossed over his chest, looking left, toward the inner city, where the swarm was thicker and more noisy. The vortex attracted the audience. "Let's see," he said to himself, pulled out his half bread, and munching, moved towards that direction. While he walks, tell us, as briefly as possible, the causes and the principle of the upheaval.
While doing these beautiful accounts, he heard a trampling, goes to the window, open a little, makes head; their son. "And the compass? Devil! Where is the compass? Three, five, eight: we are all, there is also the Griso, the compass does not exist: devil devil Griso I realize."
who were entering, the Griso put in a corner of a room on earth his staff, put down his hat and sanrocchino, and, as required by his office, which at that time no one envious, went to render that account to Don Rodrigo. This was waiting at the top of the stairs, and seeing him with that look awkward and uncouth presence of the scoundrel disappointed - well, - he said, or cried - Hustler sir, sir, Mr. lascifareame?
- This is hard, - said the Griso, remaining with one foot on the first step - the procedure will receive is de 'reproaches, after working faithfully, and tried to do his duty, and risky even the skin.
- How did it go? Hear, hear, - said Don Rodrigo, and went to her room, where the Griso followed, and soon made the report of what he had prepared, done, seen and unseen, felt, feared, repaired, and the made with that order and with the confusion with that and with that dubbiezza amazement, that they had to reign in his ideas together.
- You're not wrong, and you bring good, - said Don Rodrigo: - you did what you could, but ... but under this roof that there was a spy! If there is, if they fly to find out, and we'll find out if there is, you sit down to me; you know I say, Griso, who gave it to the day of the festivities.
- Me too, sir, - said the Griso, - has occurred to such a suspicion, and if it were true, if you were to find a villain in this fate, he must put sir in my hands. One who had taken the fun of me to spend a night like this! happens with me to pay it. However, several things seemed to me to be able to detect that there must be some other plot, which for now we can not understand. Tomorrow, sir, tomorrow it will be clear.
- You have not been recognized at least? The Griso
said he hoped not, and the conclusion of Don Rodrigo's speech was ordered for the next day, three things that he would even think sapute well for itself. Send two men early in the morning to make the console that that notice, which was then made, as we have seen, and two others to the house to make the rounds to take away that you happen every idle, and subtract from each look to the compass next night, which would send and fetch her since then to make other changes not agreed to create suspicion, then leave him, and send others, de 'more relaxed and a good head, to mingle with people, to find something around all'imbroglio that night. In those orders, don Rodrigo went to bed, and left us also go Griso, dismissing him with a lot of praise, from which shone clearly intended to compensate degl'improperi precipitated with whom he had accepted.
Go to sleep, poor Griso, you gotta need. Poor Griso! In matters all day, facing half the night, not to mention the danger of falling under the fingernails of 'rude, or earn my size for a woman's rapto honest, for those that have already come upon him, and then be received that way! But! so often pay the men. You could see, however, in this circumstance, that sometimes justice, if not the first to arrive, come, sooner or later even in this world. Go to sleep for now: that one day you will perhaps administration another test, and most notable of this.
The next morning, the Griso was out again in the face when Don Rodrigo rose. This immediately tried Count Attilio, who, seeing him appear, made a face and an act of mocking, and shouted: - St. Martin!
- I do not know what you mean, - said Don Rodrigo, arriving next: - I'll pay the bet, but this is not what burns me the most. V'avevo not say anything because, I confess, I thought to keep you this morning. Ma .. enough, now I will tell you everything.
- It took a little paw that monk in the matter - said the cousin, after having heard it all, with more seriousness than would be expected from a brain increased sharply. - The friar, - he continued - with her cat dead do, and those foolish his propositions, I have a dirittone, and a meddler. And you did not you trust me, never said m'avete not clear what he came here the other day to impastocchiarvi -. Don Rodrigo reported dialogue. - And you had so much suffering? - Attilio said the Count: - and you let him go as he had come?
- What tirassi him that I wanted all the Capuchins of Italy?
- I do not know, - said the Count Attilio, - if, at that time, I would remember that there were others in the world that this reckless rogue cappuccinos, but away, even in the rules of prudence, it lacks the manner of taking satisfaction even in a cappuccino? One must be able to double-time the kindness to the whole body, and then you can with impunity give a load of sticks to a member. Simply, he missed the penalty that was best, but I'll take under my protection, and I have the consolation to teach him how to talk about co 'of ours.
- Do not make me worse.
- Trust me once, which will serve as relative and friend.
- What do you think?
- Do not know yet, but I certainly will serve him the monk. I'll think, e. .. Count the uncle of the Secret Council is that I must do him the service. Dear uncle Count! As I have fun whenever I can to work for me, a politicone of that caliber! Doman the other will be in Milan, and, in one way or another, the monk will be served. Meanwhile
was breakfast, which did not interrupt the speech of a business of that amount. Count Attilio talked about it with ease, and although we took that part which required her friendship with her cousin, and honor the common name, according to the ideas he had of friendship and honor, yet every now and then could not held not to laugh in his sleeve, that's fine success. But Don Rodrigo, who was in his own case, and who believe they quietly make a great shot, he had gone bankrupt with a crash, was agitated by passions more serious, more annoying and distracting thoughts. - A nice talk, - he said - will these rascals, across the boundary. But what do I care? As for justice, I laugh: evidence there is none, when there was, I laugh too: a good account, I made this morning to warn the console that looks good not to deposition of the future. It does not follow nothing but talk, when they go along, it bothers me. It is also too I have been mocked so cruelly.
- You have done very well, - replied the Count Attilio. - This, your mayor ... most stubborn, big head vote, mayor of a big bore ... then a gentleman, a man who knows his duty, and just when s'ha do with these people, we must have more care not to put them into difficulties. If the console is a scoundrel a statement, the mayor, no matter how well intentioned, it is also necessary that ...
- But you, - paused, with a little 'of anger, Don Rodrigo, - you spoiled my business with that contradict your all, give them the voice and songs also, if required. What the hell, that a mayor can not be stubborn beast when the remainder is a gentleman!
- you know, cousin, - he said looking at him in astonishment, Count Attilio, - you know, that I begin to believe that you have a little 'fear? I also take seriously the mayor ...
- Come, come, do not you tell yourself that you must keep the account?
- I said, and when it is in a serious business, I will show that I'm not a boy. Do you know what is enough for me the heart to do for you? I am a man to go in person to pay a visit to Mr. Podesta. Ah! honor will be happy? And I am a man to let him speak for half an hour of Earl Duke, and our Mr. Castellano English, and he was right in everything, even when they say those so massive. Then there'll throw a few words of the Secret Council on Uncle Earl: and you know those little words that make efletto ear of Mr. Podesta. The fin de 'accounts, he has more need of our protection, that you of his condescension. I'll do good, and we shall go, and I'll leave better prepared than ever.
After these and other similar words, the count went Attilio, to hunt, and Don Rodrigo stood anxiously waiting the return of the Griso. He was finally, time for dinner, to make the report.
the turmoil of that night had been so dramatic, the disappearance of three people from one village was such an event, that research, and care and out of curiosity, of course had to be very warm and insistent, and on the other hand, gl'informati were too many of something, to go all agreed to remain silent throughout. Perpetua could not be seen to the door, which was studded with one and the other, because those who had been told to make that great fear to his master, and Perpetua, thinking of all the circumstances of the act, and finally find their way which had been fooled by Agnes, she felt so much anger that perfidy, who had just needed a little 'breather. Not that complaining to go with the third quarter of the way and with the sealing fooled her, said nothing about this, but his poor shooting did not master it could not pass over in silence, and above all, a shot that had been concerted and attempted by this young man honest, from the good widow, from Madonna skewered. Don Abbondio could well command them firmly, and kindly ask you to be quiet and she could well repeat that did not need to suggest something so clear and so natural, it is certain that such a great secret lay in the heart of the poor woman, as in a beatings and ill-old circle, a very young wine, grill and that bubbles and boils, and, if not send the cap for air, moaning about, and comes out in ischiuma and transpires between customs and customs, and drips of here and there, so that one can taste it, and tell of a wine at that. Gervase, who did not seem to be true once more informed than others, which did not seem to have had little glory in great fear, which, for holding hands with dl something that smelled of criminal, seemed d ' he became a man like others, wants to crack boast. And although Tony, who seriously thought the Inquisition and the possible processes and to render account, commanded him, co 'fists to the face, not fuss about it, well there was no way of soffogargli in the mouth every word. After all Tony, too, after being out of the house that night in an unusual hour, come back with a pitch and a semblance unusual and un'agitazion mood that possessed the sincerity, could not disguise the fact to his wife, who was not dumb. Who spoke less, was Menico, because, as soon as he told his parents the story and the reason for his expedition, it seemed to them something so terrible that their son had taken part in ditching a company of Don Rodrigo, who lasciaron almost hardly finish his story to the boy. Then immediately made him the strongest and most threatening commands that look good not to not even a hint of anything and the next morning, not seeming to have enough of their insured, they resolved to keep him locked up at home for the day, and for a few more. But what? then they themselves, chatting with the locals, and without wishing to appear to know more about them, when it was dark at that point the flight of 'our three poor, and how, and why, and where, they added, as a known thing, that they had to Pescarenico refugees. So this circumstance it became 'common speech.
With all these pieces of news, then put together and sewn as still used, and the fringe that clings course in sewing, there was to do a story and a certainty of a clear that, by being satisfied with all understanding more critical. But the invasion of 'good, damn too serious and too noisy to be left out, and which no one had a little knowledge is a' positive quell'accidente cheating was what the whole story. He murmured the name of Don Rodrigo were going in this all agree, the rest was all darkness and several conjectures. There is much talk of 'two thugs who had been seen in the street, at dusk, and the other that was the door of the tavern, but that light could be drawn from this fact so dry? He wondered who the host was good to him the night before, but the landlord, to believe him, not sl remembered even if he had seen people that evening, and was careful to say that the inn is a seaport. Above all, the heads confused, and disordered conjecture that pilgrim seen by Stefano and Carlandrea, that pilgrim who wanted to kill the robbers, and that he had gone with them, or that they had them taken away. What was he doing? She was a soul in purgatory, which appeared to help women, it was a damned soul of a pilgrim and rogue impostor, who was always at night to join with those who did what he had done of living, was a pilgrim living and true that they had wanted to kill people, for fear that cried, and awaken the country was (you see a little 'thing is going to think!) one of those same robbers disguised as a pilgrim, it was this, was that it was a lot of things that all the sagacity and experience of the Griso is not enough to discover who he was, if the Griso had to catch this part of the story from 'others' speeches. But, as the reader knows, what makes it fooled the others, was just as clear for him using the key to interpreting the other information gathered by him immediately, or by means of scouts employed, was able to compose all of Don Rodrigo a report sufficiently distinct. It immediately closed with him, and informed him of the attempted coup by the poor couple, which explained the course home and found the vote sounding hammer, that did not need to assume that there was some traitor in the house, as they said this' two gentlemen. Informed of the flight, and it also was easy to find his reasons: the fear of the couple caught out, or some warning of the invasion, gave them when he was discovered, and the whole country upside down. He said that they had finally admitted to Pescarenico; not go beyond his science. Don Rodrigo pleased to be sure that no one had betrayed him, and seeing that no trace of her did, but that was a fast and light complacency. - Fled together! - Cried - together! And that monk rogue! The friar! - The word went out arrantolata by the throat and flayed end between 'teeth that bite into the finger, she looked as ugly as his passions. - That my brother will pay. Griso! I am not who I am ... I want to know, want to find ... tonight, I want to know where they are. I have no peace. A Pescarenico, now, you know, to see, to find ... Four shields at once, and my protection forever. Tonight I want to know. And that rascal ...! that brother ...! The Griso
again in the field, and, on the evening of that same day, he could return to his worthy master news you want: and behold, in what manner.
One of the great consolations in this life is friendship, and one of the consolations of friendship is quell'avere that confide a secret. Now, friends are not two by two, as the couple, each, generally speaking, has more than one: which form a chain, of which no one could find the end. So when a friend obtains the consolation of a secret lay in the bosom of another, gives him the desire to provide the same comfort, too. I pray, it is true, to say nothing to anyone, and such a state, who will take in the strict sense of the word, immediately truncate the course of the consolations. But the general practice would have it, not only obliged to entrust the secret, unless he is also a trusted friend, and by imposing the same condition. Thus, in trusted friend of trusted friend, the secret goes round and round for that immense chain, so that the ear comes to person or persons to whom the first who spoke just wanted to not allow it ever. But would ordinarily be a great piece on the way, if everyone had but two friends, what he says, and repeats that to which the thing to shut up. But there are men who favored them in the hundreds, and when the secret came to one of these men, the spins and multiplies rapidly divengon yes, that is no longer possible to follow the track. Our author has been unable to ascertain how many mouths he passed the secret that the Griso had orders to find: the fact is that good men from which women were escorted to Monza, returning towards the twenty-three, with his cart, a Pescarenico, Fell, before arriving at home, a trusted friend, to whom he told, in great confidence, the good work he had done, and the remainder, and the fact is that the Griso was able, after two hours, run to the palace to report to Don Rodrigo, who s'eran Lucia and her mother admitted to a convent of Monza, and Renzo had continued on his way to Milan. Don Rodrigo
felt a wicked joy of that separation, and felt a bit reborn 'as that wicked hope to arrive at its intent. He thought of the way, most of the night and got up early, with two drawings, one set, the more sketchy. The first was sent at once Griso in Monza, for lighter news of Lucia, and whether there was to try something. So he immediately summoned his faithful that, put The four shields in hand, again praised the skill with which he had earned, and gave orders that he had premeditated.
- Lord ... - He said, nodding, the Griso.
- What? I have not spoken out?
- If you could send someone else ...
- How?
- Illustrious Lord, I am ready to put the skin on my master is my duty, but I also know that she does not want too much risk the lives of 'his subjects.
- Well?
- your illustrious Lordship knows what I'm wearing a few sizes: e. .. Here I am under his protection, we are a company; Mr. Podesta is a friend of the house, I bring home from the bailiffs, and too ... is something that does little honor, but to live quietly ... I treat them as friends. In Milan the livery of worship is known, but in Monza ... I know there are in place. And you know that your worship, do not do for say, who I could bring to justice or show my head, would make a good shot? Hundred crowns on each other, and the right to free two bandits.
- What the hell! - Don Rodrigo said: - Can you give me now a haystack from which the heart can just hurl the legs of those who pass the door, looking back if it backed those at home, and you do not hear of moving away!
- I believe, sir, for having given evidence ...
- Now!
- So - Griso replied frankly, made it to the point, - so make your worship account that I did not speak: Lionheart, leg of hare, and I am ready to go.
- And I did not tell you to go alone. Taking with you a couple of 'better ... scarring, and Tiradritti, and should be of good cheer, and be the Griso. What the hell! Three figures like yours, and go their own way, who do not want to be happy to let her go? It should be that 'beer Monza was well come to be weary of life, to put it up against a hundred crowns in a game as risky. And then, and then I do not think of being so unknown in those parts, that the quality of my servant is no accounts at all. So a little shameless
Griso, gave him much fuller and special instructions. The Griso took the two companions, and went off with cheerful face and confident, but cursing in his heart, Monza and sizes and women and the whims of 'master, and walked like the wolf, driven by hunger, with wrinkled belly, and ribs that could be counted falls from 'his mountains, where there is only snow, advances suspiciously in the plan, it stops every now and then, with one leg suspended, wagging his tail mangy,
lever nose, worshiping the treacherous wind, if ever
ports or the smell of a man of iron, it raises the acute ears, two eyes and turns the blood, which shines with the ardor of the prey and the terror of the hunt. For the rest, that fine line, who wanted to know whence comes from, is taken from a novel of the Crusades devilry and Lombard, which will soon no longer unusual, and will make a beautiful noise and I got because I was cutting in and I say where, do not make me beautiful things of others that someone did not think it is my one cunning to let people know that the author of the devilry and I are like brothers, and I rummage my pleasure to do 'his manuscripts.
The other thing I wanted to Don Rodrigo, was to find ways that could no longer turn with Renzo Lucia, nor set foot in the country, and to this end, a machine shed to make entries of threats and dangers, which venendogli ear, through a friend, seemed to pass the desire to return there. But I think the safest would be if we could do was evicted from: and to succeed in this, he saw that most of the force would have served justice. You could, for example, give a little 'color the attempt made in the parish house, paint it as an aggression, an act of sedition, and, by the doctor to understand the mayor who was sending the case against a Renzo good catch. But he thought that did not suit him to stir that ugly thing, and without another star in racking their brains, he resolved to Dr. Azzecca of open-tangles, as was necessary for him to understand his desire. "The cries are so many!" thought, "and the doctor is not a goose, something that will work for me will find some tangle from Villanacci guess at that, else the dumb name. "But (as are sometimes the things of this world!) while that he thought the doctor, as the man most able to serve him in this, another man, the 'man that no one imagines, Renzo same, to put it, worked for the heart to serve in a more reliable and more sent to everyone that the doctor would never find saputi.
I've seen several times a dear child, lively, to be honest, most of need, but, by all signs, demonstrate the desire to get an honest man, I saw him, I say, several times on busy evenings to send an indoor flock of guinea pigs, which coursing had left the day free, in a garden. She wanted him to go to den together, but it was wasted effort: one lurched to the right, and while the little shepherd boy ran to chase the herd, another, two, three came out on the left, on all sides. So that, after a little 'impatient, adapts to their genius, first in those who were pushed closer to the door, then went to take the other, one, two, three, as he could. A game like it behooves us to do co 'our characters: Lucia hospital, we rushed to Don Rodrigo, and now we have to leave, to go after Renzo, we had lost sight of. After separation
pain we've told, Renzo walked from Monza to Milan, in the state of mind that everyone can easily imagine. Leave the house, omit the - profession, and what was most of all, get away from Lucy, found upon a street, not knowing where anderebbe to rest, and all because of that rascal! When he stayed with the thought of either of these things, s'ingolfava all the rage, and desire for revenge, but then came back to mind the prayer that he had acted with his good brother in the church of Pescarenico, and mend his ways: he is still aroused the anger, but seeing a picture on the wall, took off his hat and stopped a moment to pray again, so that, on that trip, was killed in his heart, Don Rodrigo and risuscitatolo, at least twenty times. The whole street was then buried between two high banks, muddy, rocky, deeply furrowed by rails, which, after a shower, changing into rivulets, and in some lower parts, s'allagava all, you could go there by boat. In these 'steps, a small steep path, stepped on shore, indicating that other passengers s'eran made it a road' fields. Renzo, who came to one of those 'crossing points on higher ground, he saw the great machine of the dome alone on the floor, as if, not the middle of a city, but arose in a desert, and stood on two feet, forgetting all his troubles, even from far away to contemplate that eighth wonder of which he had heard so much about since childhood. But after few moments, looking back, saw the horizon jagged ridge of mountains, saw a separate and higher among those Resegone her, she was all stir the blood, there remained much to be sad to look the part, then sadly turned around and went his way. Little by little, then began to discover and bell towers and domes and rooftops, then went down the street, walked a while longer, and when he became aware of being very close to the city, approached a passer-by, and inchinatolo, with all that grace which he knew, he said - of grace, that man. - What would you, young person?
- teach me would know the shortest way to go to the convent of 'cappuccino where Bonaventure is the father?
The man that Renzo was directed, was a wealthy resident of the boundary, which went this morning in Milan, for some of his business, she returned without having done anything in a hurry, because he could not wait of being at home, and would have gladly done without that stop. With all this without any sign of impatience, "replied very gently, - dear son, de 'convents there is more than one: we should say that I knew more clearly what is what you seek -. Renzo then he rose within the letter of Father Christopher, and showed it to that gentleman, who, lettovi: port east, rendette it to him saying - you're lucky, young person and the convent are looking for is not far from here. Take this lane for a left-handed: it's a shortcut: just a few minutes to arrive at a corner of a long and low factory: the Lazzaretto; walk along the moat surrounding it, has succeeded in bringing Eastern Europe. Revenue, and after three or four steps, you will see a square with de 'beautiful elm: there is the convent can not go wrong. God v'assista, young person -. And, accompanying the last words with a graceful gesture of the hand, he went. Renzo was amazed and built of good manner of 'citizens to the country people, and did not know that was one day out of the ordinary, a day that covers bowed to doublets. He took the road that had been taught, and found himself in eastern gate. We must not, however, that this name, the player will let your imagination run the pictures that there are now associated. When Renzo walked through that door, the street outside was not going straight for the entire length of the Lazzaretto, then ran winding and narrow, between two hedges. The door consisted of two pillars, on a roof, to repair the doors, and on one side, a little house for Gabel. The irregular slope down to the ramparts, and the terrain was rough and uneven surface of scrap metal and shards thrown there by chance. The road that opened before those who came through that door, do not compare to the evil that now presents itself to those who enter through the door Tosa. A ditch ran in the half, until a short distance from the door, and thus divided into two winding streets, covered with dust or mud, depending on the season. At the point where it was, and still the alley where the call of Borghetto, the ditch was lost in a sewer. There was a column surmounted by a cross, that of St. Denis on the right and left, were encircled by hedges and gardens, at intervals, little houses, inhabited mostly by launderers. Renzo enter, pass, and none of 'Gabellini the bay, something that seemed strange, since, by this' potevan few of his country that boast of having been to Milan, he had heard great things from' search and interrogation in Came in those undergoing arrivavan from that campaign. The street was deserted, so that if he had not heard a distant rumble, which indicated a large movement, it would have seemed to enter into a city deserted. Going forward, without knowing what you think, he saw some white stripes and fluffy, like snow, but snow could not be, that is not striped, nor, as usual, in that season. He leaned sur one of them, look, touch, and found that it was flour. "Grand'abbondanza," he said to himself, "there must be at Milan, though torn in this way the grace of God There Davan then implied that the famine is everywhere. Here's how to do, keep quiet for the poor country ". But after a few other steps, came alongside the post, he saw, at the foot of that, something more strange, he saw some things on the steps of the pedestal spread, which certainly were not pebbles, and if they had been on the bench of a baker, he would not hesitate a time to call them bread. Renzo but he dared not believe so soon to 'his eyes, because, by golly! was not the place to be bread. "Let 's see that this deal is," he said to himself again and went towards the column, he bent, he picked one: it was truly a pan round, white, of those who did not usually eat that Renzo solemnities. - It's really bread! - Said in a loud voice, so great was his astonishment: - so the sow in this country? in this year? and do not even bother to pick it up when it falls? That this is the land of plenty? - After ten miles of road, fresh air of the morning, the bread, along with the wonder awakened the appetite. "I look?" deliberated among themselves, "POH! have all left to the discretion of 'dogs enjoy it so much so that even a Christian. In the end, when compared to the master, I'll pay you." So thinking, he put in his pocket what he had in his hand, took a second, and put it in the other, third, and began to eat and rincamminò, more uncertain than ever, and eager to make clear that history was that. Just moved, he saw people coming from daybreak the city and looked carefully at what appeared to be the first. They were a man and a woman, a few steps back, a boy, all three with a load on him, which seemed beyond their strength, and all three in a strange figure. I floured cloth or rags; floured faces, and more twisted and turned, and went, not only curved, for the weight, but on pain, as if the plague were the bones. The man barely holding on his shoulders a large sack of flour, which, pierced here and there, they sowed a little, every encounter, every move unbalanced. But it was the most monstrous figure of the woman, a huge belly, which seemed to have to toil two arms bent: like a piñata with two handles; and underneath that belly came forth two legs, bare to above the knee, which were first stumbled. Renzo looked more closely and saw that the heavy body was her skirt that she was holding the edge with flour inside than there could be, and a little 'more, so that, at almost every step, he flew a breath . The boy was holding with both hands on his head a basket filled with breads, but, for the shorter legs of 'her parents, left behind little by little, and then stretching up from time to time to achieve them, The basket was losing his balance and fell on some bread.
- yet another way bitch, you're no good, - said the mother, grinding his teeth to the boy.
- I do not throw them away, saying cascan: com'ho to do? - Answered.
- Ih! Good for you, my hands are hanged, - replied the woman, shaking her fists, as if it gave a good blow to the poor boy, and with that movement, did fly away more flour, about what it would take to make the two loaves, then dropped the boy. - Go, go, - said the man: - turning back to pick them up, or someone will collect them. It is hard for so long now that is a bit 'abundance, godiamola in peace. In
so other people came through the door, and one of them, approached the woman, asked: - what you'll get the bread?
- Later, - she answered, and when they were ten feet away, he added, muttering: - these farmers are villains to sweep all the ovens and all the stores, and there will be nothing left for us.
- A little 'one, that agony six, - said the husband - plenty, abundance.
From these and other such things I saw and heard, Renzo began to make out who had arrived in a city raised, and that it was a day of conquest, which means that each take, a proportion of the will and strength, giving blows in payment. As we desire to do good shape to our poor mountaineer, sincerity historical forces us to say that his first feeling was pleasure. He had so little to lodarsi Circulation ordinary things, that he was inclined to approve what would change it in any way. And besides, being a point man than his age, he lived in that opinion or that passion in common, that the scarcity of bread was the cause dagl'incettatori and bakers', and was willing to find just any snatched from the hands of their food that they, according to that opinion, cruelly denied the hunger of a whole people. Still, he proposed to stay out of the tumult, and was glad of being directed to a cappuccino, they found shelter, and would a father. So thinking, and while watching the new conquerors who came laden with booty, made that little 'street that remained for arrive at the convent.
Where now stands the handsome building, with that lofty porch, there was then, and there was still many years I am not a square, and at the end of the church and convent of 'cappuccino, with four grand 'elm trees in front. We rejoice, not without envy, with this' our readers who have seen things in that state, which means that they are very young, and have not had time to make a lot of nonsense. Renzo went right to the door, he placed it within the means of bread he had left, he raised his hand out and held ready in the letter, and pulled the bell. Opens a door that had a grate, and there appeared the face of the Brother Porter to ask who it was.
- One of the country, leading an urgent letter to Father Bonaventura's father Christopher.
- Date here - said the porter, putting a hand to the grating.
- No, no, - Renzo said: - I have to hand it to him in his own hands.
- It is not a convent.
- Let me go, that the wait.
- Take my way, - said the friar: - waiting to go to church, who in the meantime you can take a bit 'of good. In the convent, for now, no one enters -. Having said this, shut the door. Renzo stood there with his letter in his hand. He took ten steps to the door of the church, to follow the advice of the concierge, but then decided to give another look at the first riot. He crossed the square, put his side of the road, and stood with his arms crossed over his chest, looking left, toward the inner city, where the swarm was thicker and more noisy. The vortex attracted the audience. "Let's see," he said to himself, pulled out his half bread, and munching, moved towards that direction. While he walks, tell us, as briefly as possible, the causes and the principle of the upheaval.
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