Christopher's father arrived in the attitude of a good captain, lost, without his own fault, a major battle, distressed but not discouraged, thoughtful but not stunned, and not travel on the run, it leads where the need it seeks to guard the places threatened to gather the troops, to give new orders.
- Peace be with you - he said, entering. - There is nothing to hope for man: the more we must trust in God and I have already pledged some of his protection.
Although none of the three had hoped to try a lot of his father Christopher, since seeing a retreat from a powerful soverchieria, without being forced, or merely condescending to prayers disarmed, it was rather unheard of that rare, nevertheless the sad certainty was a blow to everyone. The woman lowered her head, but the soul of Renzo, anger prevailed slaughter. Quell'annunzio was already embittered by the sorrowful surprises, with so many failed attempts in vain, so many dashed hopes, and, moreover, exacerbated, at that time, the rejections of Lucia.
- I know - he cried, gnashing his teeth, and raising his voice, as he had never done before, in the presence of his father Christopher, - I want to know why he said that dog, to support ... to argue that my wife is not to be my wife.
- Poor Renzo! - Said the monk, with a deep voice and compassionate, and with a look that commanded the loving calm if: - the powerful who want to commit injustice was always obliged to tell his reasons, things did not go as anderebbero.
- He said then that dog, who does not want, why not?
did not utter this, poor Renzo! Would still be an advantage if, commit iniquity, they had to confess it openly.
- But something has had to say what he said that firebrand of hell?
- His words, I have heard, and you do not know the repeat. The items iniquitous that is strong, penetrate and escape. May refer you to show suspicion of him, and at the same time, to make you feel that you suspect is certain: it can be called insult and offend, taunt and ask why, terrify and complain, be shameless and blameless. Do not ask further. He did not say the name of this innocent, nor yours has not figured not even know you, did not say anything pretender, but ... but unfortunately I had to understand who is adamant. Nevertheless, confidence in God! You, poor things, do not lose heart, and you, Renzo ... oh! believe me, I know I put 'your shoes, I feel what goes on in your heart. But, patience! It is a lean word, a bitter word, for those who do not believe; but you ...! You will not want to give God one day, two days, the time it will take for the triumph of justice? The time is his, and there n'ha promised so much! Leave it to him, Renzo, and know ... all I know I already have a thread to help you. For now, I can not tell you more. Tomorrow I will not go up here, I have to stay at the convent all day for you. You, Renzo, try to come: or whether, if unexpected, you could not, send a trusted man, a lad of view, by which I can let you know what you need. It gets dark, I must run to the convent. Faith, courage, and goodbye.
said, came in haste, and went running and almost saltelloni, down the wrong lane and stony, not to arrive late at the convent, at the risk of Busca a good scolding, or what he would have weighed even more, a penance, which gl'impedisse, the day after, to find prepared and sent to what could require the need of 'his proteges.
- Did you hear what he said in a something ... of a thread that has to help us? - Lucia said. - Agrees to trust him is a man who, when he promises ten ...
- If nothing else ...! - Agnes interrupted. - He should speak more clearly, or call me on the one hand, and tell me what this ...
- Chatter! the ends I: I'll finish! - Renzo interrupted, this time, going up and down the room, and a voice with a face, as to leave no doubt about the meaning of those words.
- Renzo Oh! - Exclaimed Lucia.
- What do you mean? - Agnes said.
- What need is there to say? The I'll finish. Have even one hundred, a thousand devils soul, flesh and blood is finally he ...
- No, no, for heaven's sake ...! - Began Lucia, but severed the crying voice.
- There are speeches to be made, not even in jest, - "said Agnes.
- To jest? - Renzo shouted, stopping to Agnes sitting upright in the face and planted two eyes staring in the face. - To jest! see if it is hoax.
- Renzo Oh! - Lucia said, barely, between sobs: - not have I ever seen so.
- Do not say such things, for heaven's sake - still shooting Agnes quickly, lowering her voice. - Do not you remember how many arms he has at his command? And even ... God forbid! ... against the poor, there is always justice.
- The I do, justice, me! It's time. This is not easy: I know. It looks good, the dog murderess: knows how he is, but it does not matter. Resolution and patience ... and the moment arrives. Yes, I do, the justice: I will deliver, the country: how many people will bless me ...! and then three ... jump!
The horror that Lucia felt these lighter items, discontinued them crying, and gave her strength to speak. Raising from the palm face tearful, "said Renzo, heartfelt voice, but firm: - does not care anymore So for me to wife. I was from my promise to a young man who had the fear of God but a man who had ... Was safe for each and every justice revenge, even if it was the king's son ...
good! - Renzo cried, his face distorted, more than ever: - I do not v'avrò, but not v'avrà not even him. I'm here without you, and he's home ...
- Oh no! for heaven's sake, do not say so, do not make those eyes: no, I can not see you so, - said Lucia, crying, pleading with her hands clasped, while Agnes and drew the young man called by name, and palpitate shoulders, arms, hands, to quell. He stood motionless and thoughtful for some time to contemplate the face of appealing Lucia, and then, suddenly, looked grim, gave back, extended his arm and index finger toward her, and cried: - This! yes he wants this. Has to die!
- And I have I done wrong, why make me die? - Lucia said, kneeling in front buttandosegli.
- you! - Said in a voice very different ch'esprimeva anger, but anger, however: - you! What will you love me? What evidence m'avete date? I do not have I prayed, and prayed, and prayed? And you no! no!
- Yes, yes, - said Lucy hurriedly: - come from nice, tomorrow, now, if you will come. Go back to the first, I will come.
- Do you promise? - Renzo said, in a voice and a face now, suddenly, more human.
- I promise.
- you promised me that.
- Lord, thank you! - Agnes said, doubly happy.
In the midst of his great anger, Renzo had thought of that profit could be for him the fright of Lucia? And he had used a little 'd'artifice to make it grow, to make it bear fruit? Our author's protest did not know anything and I believe that even Renzo do not know well. The fact is that it was really enraged against Don Rodrigo, and longed ardently Lucia's consent, and when two strong passions cackling together in the heart of a man, not even the patient can always distinguish clearly the voice on the other, and say with certainty what is the one that predominates.
- I Ve promised - said Lucy, in a tone of reproach, and so affectionate - but you had promised not to shingles, to forgive his father ...
- via Oh! for the sake of those who go in a hurry? Do you want to go back now? And let me make a mistake?
- No, no, - said Lucy, beginning to rispaventarsi. - I promised, and I do not recall. But you see how you made me promise. God forbid ...
- Why do you want to de 'bad luck, Lucia? God knows I do not let us do no harm to anyone.
- Promise at least this will be the last.
- I promise you, as a poor son.
- But this time, keep on, - said Agnes.
Here the author admits to not knowing something else: if Lucy was, in all respects, to be discontented been pushed to agree. We leave, as he did, the thing in question.
Renzo wanted to prolong the discourse, and to set apart a part, what you should do the next day, but it was already night, and women gliel'augurarono good, what appeared to them not fitting that, at that time, you stop them for longer.
The night, however, was to all three can be as good as what happens to a day full of turmoil and trouble, and that precedes an important undertaking is intended to, and of uncertain outcome. Renzo see left early, and together with the women, or rather with Agnes, the great work of the evening, offering each other and dissolving difficulties foreseeing setbacks, and starting over, now one, now another, to describe the matter as you tell a done deal. Lucy listened, and, without approving it with words that could not approve in his heart, he promised to do better would know that.
- Ander you down to the monastery to talk to his father, Christopher, as told you last night? - Asked Agnes to Renzo.
- Pumpkins! - Said this: - you know what the hell has the eyes of his father would read me in the face, as upon a book, there's something in the air, and if it began to question me, I could not get out to well. And then, I have to stay here, to care for the deal. You'd better send you somebody.
- I will send Menico.
- Alright, - said Renzo, and departed, to take care of the deal, as he said.
Agnes went to a nearby house, to seek Menico, who was a boy of about twelve, awake at his side, and that, because of cousins \u200b\u200band in-laws, was to be a little 'his nephew. He asked the relatives, such as loan, all that day - for a certain service, - he said. Avutolo, took him in her kitchen, gave him breakfast, and said he would go Pescarenico and did you see his father Christopher, who then would refer him with an answer, when it's time. - Christopher's father, the handsome old man, you know, with a white beard, what they call the Holy ...
- I see, - said Menico: - what we always caress, we other boys, and gives us time to time, some saint.
- Exactly, Menico. It will tell you that if you wait just a few, there near the convent, do not mislead: be careful not to go with de 'companions at the lake, watching fish, or to have fun with nets attached to the wall to dry, or to that other trick to your usual ... We know that
Menico was very good to do in Ricochets, and we know that everyone, big and small, let us do the things to which we gladly skills: do not say those sun.
- Poh! Aunt: I am not a boy then.
- Well, be judicious, and when you come back with the answer ... see, these are two beautiful new parpagliole for you.
- let me look now, which is the same.
- No, no, you play them. Go and bring good, that n'avrai more.
In the remainder of that long morning, we saw some news that began more than a little suspicion in the already troubled mind of women. A beggar, neither finished nor ragged as his peers, and with something of a dark and sinister in his looks, he went to beg for charity, giving here and there to spy cert'occhiate. He was given a piece of bread, which received and placed, with ill-concealed indifference. He stayed on, with a certain audacity, and at the same time, with hesitation, doing a lot of questions, to which Agnes hastened to always answer the opposite of what it was. Moving along, as if to leave, he pretended to the wrong door, he entered what he put the ladder, and gave them another look in a hurry, as he could. Gridatogli behind: - hey hey! Where are you going man? from here! from here! - Came back, and left the part that was mentioned, apologetically, with a submission, with affected humility, which could hardly be placed in the hard features of that face. After he continued to be seen, from time to time, other strange figures. What kind of men they were, could not have been easy to say, but you could not even believe they were the honest travelers who volevan opinion. One came on the pretext of being taught by the road, and others, past the door, slowing his pace, and guardavan eye in the room, across the courtyard, as who wants to see without arousing suspicion. Finally, around noon, the procession ended annoying. Agnes got up every now and then, crossed the courtyard, looked out at the street, looked to the left and right, and came back saying: - none -: word uttered with pleasure, and that Lucia felt pleasure, without either the one nor the other knew it very clearly why. But he remained both a concern which I do not know who raised them, and his daughter primarily, a large part of the courage that they had put in Serbia for the evening.
We must, however, that the reader knows something more precise about this' mysterious buzzers: and, to inform him of all, shall we go back one step, and find Don Rodrigo, we left yesterday, only one room of his palace, Christopher to the Father.
Don Rodrigo, as we have said, it measured back and forth, long strides, that room, the walls of which hung portraits of family, of several generations. When he was with his face to the wall and turned around, he saw a face in his warrior ancestor, terror of 'enemies of' his soldiers, the grim looks,, co 'short hair and upright, co' mustache drawn and pointed, which sporgevan cheeks, chin oblique: the hero standing upright, with legs, co 'stringers, with the breastplate, co' bracelets, co 'gloves, all of iron, with the right hand side, and the left on the pommel of the sword. Don Rodrigo was looking at him, and when he had arrived in, and turned, here in the face of another ancestor, a magistrate, de terror 'litigants and lawyers, to sit upon a large chair covered with red velvet, wrapped in a large black gown , all black except a white collar, with two large Faccioli, and a sable lining thrown back (it was the distinctive de 'senators, and not bore the winter, which is why you will never find a portrait of Senator summer dress), skinny, with the frown: he was holding a prayer, and seemed to say: we'll see. This way a matron, the terror of his valet, thence an abbot, terror of 'his monks, in short, all people who made terror, and it still blew from the canvases. In the presence of these memories, the more s'arrovellava Don Rodrigo, was ashamed, he could not find peace, a monk who had dared him save him, with the pomposity of Nathan. Formed a plan of revenge, left her, thinking how to meet together with a passion, and honor what he called, and sometimes (you see a little!) quell'esordio still hissing in the ears of prophecy, she was coming, as they say, the drones, and was about to lay the thought of the two rewards. Finally, to make something she called a servant, and ordered him to apologize to the company, saying that it was detained by urgent business. When that came back to report that this' gentlemen had gone, leaving their respects: - Attila and the Count? - Asked, still walking, Don Rodrigo.
- came out with this' Gentlemen, illustrious.
- Well, six people below, for the walk: away. The sword, the cloak, his hat now.
The servant went out, responding with a bow, and shortly after he returned, bringing the rich sword, which was encircled his master, the hood, which he threw himself on his back, his hat in large pens, and nailed that began with a handful, proudly on his head a sign of sea cloudy. He moved, and at the door, he found all the six armed ruffians, who, without wings, and inchinatolo, they went behind him. More gruff, more pride, more sullen than usual, went out, and went walking towards Lecco. The peasants, craftsmen, seeing him come, we ritiravan close to the wall, and there were scappellate and deep bows, which are not answered. How to lower the bow even those who were called by these gentlemen, because, in those 'side dishes, there was one that could, a thousand miles, compare with him, by name, wealth, and adhesions of the desire to make use of it, for istari above the others. And they corresponded with a condescending attitude. That day did not happen, but when it happened that meet with Mr. Castellano English, then the bow was equally deep on both sides, it was like between two potentates, who have nothing in common between them, but, for convenience are a credit to the degree of each other. To go a little mattana, and to contrast the image of the monk who was besieging the fantasy images with entirely different, don Rodrigo went that day, in a house, where he went to the usual, many people, and where he was received with the bustling friendly and respectful, which is been reserved to men who are very loving and very afraid, and at night already done, he returned to his palace. Count Attilio he was back in that moment, and was put on the dinner table, during which, Don Rodrigo was always thoughtful, and spoke little.
- Cousin, when you pay this bet? - Said, with malice and mockery do, Count Attilio, just cleared, and the servants gone.
- San Martino is not even past.
- So much so that you pay now, why spend all the saints of the meet, before ...
- This is what we'll see.
- Cousin, do you want the politician, but I I understood everything, and I'm so sure of winning the bet, which I am ready to do another.
- Let's hear.
- That the father ... the father ... I know I? in short, that monk hath converted.
- Here is another one of your own.
- Convert, cousin, converted, I tell you. For myself, I enjoy it. You know it will be a good show see you all pierced, and with downcast eyes! And glory to the father! As will be back home and swollen Pettoruto! I'm not that piglino fish every day, or with all networks. Be sure that you take for example, and when shall I have some mission a bit 'far, talk of' mind your own business. I seem to hear -. And here, speaking with his nose, accompanying his words loaded with gestures, he continued, in a tone of preaching: - in a part of this world, that, worthy of respect, not name, lived, dear listeners, and still lives, a dissolute knight, more friends than females, that of good men who, accustomed to make of all apples and oranges, had his eye ...
- Enough, enough, - interrupted Don Rodrigo, half grinning, and half bored. - If you want to double the bet, I am ready.
- Devil! that you have converted your father!
- I do not speak of him: and as for the bet, St. Martin decides -. The count was piqued curiosity, not spared him questions, but he knew the Don Rodrigo Eluder all, putting always a day of decision, and not wanting to communicate with the opposing party designs were either not set out, neither absolutely fixed.
The next morning, Don Rodrigo Don Rodrigo awoke. The apprehension that this will one day put her in body, had vanished completely, co 'dreams of the night, and remained the only anger, exacerbated by the shame of that weakness is also transient. The latest images of the walk of triumph, degl'inchini, hospitality, and the teasing of his cousin, had contributed not a little to make the ancient mind. Just got up, sent the Griso. "Big things", he said to himself, the servant who was given the order, because the man who had that nickname, was nothing less than the chief 'good, that which was necessary business riskier and more unequal, the trustworthy of the master, the man of her own, out of gratitude and interest. After killing one, during the day, the streets, he went to implore the protection of Don Rodrigo, and this, dressed in his livery, had put him under cover of any search for justice. So, in committing any crime that was commanded, he had secured the impunity of the first. For Don Rodrigo, the purchase had not been of little importance, because the Griso, in addition to being, without comparison, the most talented of the family, was also a test of what his master had been happily attempt against laws, so that its power was increased both in fact and opinion.
- Griso! - Don Rodrigo said: - at this juncture, you will see what you're worth. Before today, the Lucia must be in this building.
- Do not ever say that the Griso has withdrawn from a command of the most illustrious sir.
- Piglia how many men you may need, sort and have, as you think best, provided it manages to succeed. But be careful above all, that does not hurt either.
- Lord, a bit 'of fear, because the face is not too much noise ... you can not do less.
- Fright ... I understand ... is inevitable. But do not turn aside a strand of hair, and above all, the ports are compared in every way. Did you hear?
- Lord, you can not raise a flower from the plant and bring it to you, sir, without touching it. But you will only need the pure.
- Under your self-assurance. E. .. how are you going?
- I was thinking, sir. We are fortunate that the house is down the country. We need a place to go to post. and indeed there, not far from there, that house empty and alone in the countryside, the house ... "do not know anything about those things ... a house that burned, a few years ago, and had no money be restored, and they abandoned it, and now we are the witches, but not a Saturday, and I laugh. These villagers, who are full of nonsense, we do not hang out, in any night of the week, for all the gold in the world to stop so we can go there with confidence that nobody will come to spoil our own.
- Okay, then what?
Here, the Griso to propose, Don Rodrigo to discuss, until they had agreed to conduct a concerted manner the end, the company, without trace remained of the authors also address the way with false leads, suspects elsewhere, import silence the poor Agnes, of the terror strike at Renzo, for him to kill the pain, and the thought of having recourse to justice, and the willingness to complain, and all the other necessary to the success of knavery knavery main. We omit to report these 'concerts, because, as the reader will see, are not necessary to the understanding of history, and we are happy we would not have to restrain longer a parliamentary hearing this' two pesky rogues. Just that, while the Griso went off to dip into the performance, Don Rodrigo called him, and said - listen, if by chance, gave you that rash lout nell'unghie tonight, will not be that bad is given in advance on the back good memories. Thus, the order that the notice will be quiet tomorrow, will most certainly the effect. But do not go to the search, not to spoil what matters most: thou hast heard.
- Leave it to me, - said the Griso, bowing, with an act of homage and braggadocio, and left. The morning was spent in laps, to recognize the country. That false beggar who had sent that way in the poor house, was nothing but the Griso, who came to the plant levarne eye: the false pilgrims were its villains, who, to operate under his command, was enough a superficial knowledge of the place. And made the discovery, s'eran not let you see more, not to give too much suspicion. Back
that were all to the palace, the Griso realized, and finalizes the design firm, gave the parties, gave instructions. None of this could be done without the old servant, who was with open eyes, thesis and ears, noticing that some great thing is the car. A force to be careful and to ask, beg a half of news here, half there, commenting on an obscure word to himself, playing a mysterious move, so he did, that was it clear what you had to do that night. But when we were successful, it was already not far away, and already a small vanguard of good that had gone into hiding in a ruined farmhouse. The poor old man, though he felt he played well in that risky game, and had also afraid to take the help of Pisa, also did not want to miss: he came out, with the excuse to get some 'air, and walked quickly in quickly to the convent, to give the father Christopher The notice promised. Soon after, they moved the other good, and went down piecemeal, not a company view: the Griso came after, and not left behind a bush, which had to be brought to the cottage, in the evening, as it was done. Who were gathered there, the Griso sent three people to the little village inn, and one that he put the door, watching what happens in the street, and seeing all the people when they were withdrawn, the other two that were inside playing and drinking, as amateurs, and wait a while to watch, if something were to spy on us. He, with the bulk of the troops, remained nell'agguato waiting.
Poor old trotting again, the three explorers arrived in their place, and the sun fell, and when Renzo came from women, and said: - Tonio and Gervase m'aspettan out: vo with them at the inn, a bite to eat, and will beep when the Hail Mary, we will pick . Come, courage, Lucy! it all depends on a moment -. Lucia sighed, and repeated: - courage, - a voice that belied the word. When Renzo
and two companions arrived at the inn, they found that there already planted in the Sentinel, which cluttered up half the doorway, leaning with his back to a door jamb, arms folded across his chest, and looked concerned and to the right and left, flashing now white, now black falcon eyes. A flat cap of crimson velvet, made wrong, the covered half of the crown, which, dividing sur face a dark, turning from side to side, below the ears, and ended in braids, stops with a comb in the back. He kept hanging in one hand a big club, arms properly, it does not bore in sight, but just look at her face, even a child would think that would have as many as there could be. When Renzo, who was before the others, was about to enter, he, no bother, looked at him fixedly, but the young man, intent on dodging every question, as usually everyone who has an rough hands, he did not view of realizing it, he said, either, let in there, and, skirting the other jamb passed diagonally, with the first side for the opening left by the caryatid. The two mates had to make the same evolution, if they wanted to enter. Once entered, they saw the others, de 'which they had already heard the voice, that this' two thugs, who sat in a corner of the table, playing with blackberry, crying both together (there is a game that requires it), and mix or one or the other to drink, with a large flask which was between them. They also fixed guardaron the new company, and a de 'two especially, having a hand in the air, with three ditacci thesis and expanded, and having his mouth still open, to a great "six" that had burst out at that time , Renzo looked from head to foot, then gave an eye to his companion, then that output, which replied with a nod. Renzo looked suspicious and uncertain of his two guests, as if to try it 'aspects of their interpretation of all these' signs, but other aspects did not indicate that a good appetite. The landlord looked into her face to him, as to await orders: he had come with him to a nearby room, and ordered dinner.
- Who are these 'strangers? - Then asked softly, when that came back with a rough cloth under his arm, and a bottle in his hand.
- do not know them, - said the landlord, explaining the tablecloth.
- How? not even one?
- You know, - yet he said, stretching, with both hands, the tablecloth on the table - the first rule of our job is not to ask for the facts of the other: so that, from our women are not unusual. It would be cool, with so many people coming and going: it is always a seaport, when the vintage are reasonable, I mean, but we're happy, that will return the proper time. We are honest enough for the customers: who they are then, or who are not, it's okay. And now I will bring you a plate of meatballs, which like you've never eaten.
- How do you know ...? - Renzo catch it again, but the landlord, which started in the kitchen, went his way. And there, as he took the pan of meatballs summentovate, approached the slowly that bully who had squared our youth, and said softly: - Who are these 'gentlemen?
- Good people of this country - said the landlord, dishing the meatballs in the pot.
- Okay, but what are they called? Who am I? - He insisted, his voice a little rude.
- One is called Renzo, - said the landlord, but quietly - a good young man, settled, silk spinner, who knows his job well. The other is a farmer whose name is Tonio: good comrade, gay shame that n'abbia few, who would spend all here. The other is a simpleton, but he eats willingly when damage him. With permission.
And, with a tripped, went between the stove and the questioner; and went to bring the pot to those who had. - How can you know - hung up Renzo, when he saw it reappear - it is not honest, if you know them?
- Stocks, my friend: the man knows action. Those who drink wine and not criticize, they pay the bill without pulling up Metton not fight with other patrons, and if they have a knife in one hand, it should be waiting outside, and away from the tavern, so that the poor host would not go away in the middle, those are honest. However, if you can know the people well, as we know between us four, is better. And what the hell you feel to know many things, when you are married, and you have to have anything in mind? and with those before meatballs, which would raise the dead? - So saying, he returned to the kitchen.
Our author, noting the different way that kept him in the meeting to questions, said a man who had done so, that in all his speeches, he made profession of being a good friend of 'honest men in general, but, in was in practice used to much greater satisfaction with those who had reputation or appearance of villains. What a unique character! eh?
The dinner was not very cheerful. The two guests wanted to enjoy it with all their convenience, but the inviting, worried about what the reader knows, and annoyed, and even a bit 'strange behavior of those restless strangers, could not wait to leave. Yes whispering, because of them, and they were listless and truncated words.
- What a wonderful thing - ran out of the blue Gervaso - Renzo who wants to get married, and he needs ...! - Renzo gave him a sharp face. - Would you shut up, you beast? - Said Tonio, accompanying the title with a nudge. The conversation was always cooler, until the end. Renzo, standing back in to eat, how to drink, waiting to mix the two witnesses, with discretion, so as to give them a bit 'of wit, without letting them get out of the brain. Cleared, paid the bill by those who had less failure, had all three novamente pass in front of those faces, all of which turned to Renzo, as when he entered. This, Who had made a few steps out of the tavern, he turned back and saw that the two who had left sitting in the kitchen, followed him: then he stopped, co 'his companions, as if to say: They want to see what I have them. But the two, when they realized to be observed, they stopped too, is parlaron softly, and turned back. If Renzo was close enough to hear their words, would have seemed very strange. - It would be a bell'onore, not counting the tip, - said one of 'robbers - whether returning to the palace, we could tell him of flattened ribs in haste, and so by us, without that Mr. Griso were here to settle.
- and damage to the main store! - Replied the other. - Behold, what hath been sighted a few; stops to look at. Ih! if you later! Let's go back, not to create suspicion. See people that comes from all sides: let them all go to roost.
There was in fact that swarm, the buzz you hear in a village on the night, and after a few moments, giving rise to the solemn stillness of the night. Women Came from the field, carrying children in their arms, and holding his hand to hail the boys, to whom did they say the devotions of the evening; Came men, with spades, and hoes on their shoulders. At the opening of the doors, could be seen sparkle here and there the fires lit dinners for the poor: he felt the street trade greetings, and a few words on the lack of harvest, and the misery of the year, and more than words, they felt the touch and measured sound of the bell, which announced the closing of the day. Renzo when he saw that the two prying s'eran retired, he continued his way into the growing darkness, giving subheading now history, now another, now to one, now another brother. They arrived at the house of Lucy, who was already night.
Among the first thought of a terrible company, and executing it (said a barbarian who was not devoid of talent), the range is a dream, full of ghosts and fears. Lucia was, for many hours, in the anguish of such a dream, and Agnes, Agnes same, the author council, was in thought, and was hardly words to hearten his daughter. But at the moment of awakening, when that is put the thing to work, the mood is completely transformed. On terror and courage that contrasted, it happens to another and another terror courage: the company looks out to the mind, as a new appearance: what more scared the first, it seems sometimes suddenly become easy: sometimes comparatively large obstacle that had just paid attention, the picture from back in fright; ricusino limbs seems to obey, and lacks the heart to the promises he had made with more confidence. At the low beat Renzo, Lucia, was attacked by such terror, that resolved, at that time, to suffer all things, to always be separated from him, rather ch'eseguire that resolution, but when it was shown, and had said: - I am here, let's go - and when everyone is ready to start mostraron without hesitation as to what fixed, irrevocable, Lucy had no time or strength to make trouble, and as dragged and took a trembling arm of the mother, an arm of the bridegroom, and moved with the brigade adventurer.
silently in the darkness, with measured steps, They issued from the house, and took the road out of the country. The shortest was traversing: s'andava that right to the house of Don Abbondio, but that they chose, not to be seen. For lanes, including the orchards and fields, arrivaron near the house, and there they parted. They promised they remained hidden behind the corner of it, Agnese with them, but a bit 'farther to run in time to stop Perpetua, and to seize it, Tony, with the slaughter of Gervase, who could not do anything by itself, and without which we could not do anything, s'affacciaron bravely at the door and knock.
- Who is, at this hour? - Cried a voice from the window, which opens at the moment, was the voice of Perpetua. - There is not Sick, I know. Perhaps some accident happened?
- It is I, - said Tonio, - with my brother, we need to speak to the curate.
- Time Christians from this? - Perpetua said abruptly. - What discretion? Come back tomorrow.
- Listen: I will come back or not coming back: I do not know that I have received money, and I was welding debituccio what you know: he was here twenty-five berlingo pretty new, but if you can not, patience: these, I know how to spend it, and I will return when n 'has put together than others.
- Wait, wait, and I want to go back. But why come now?
- I've received, too, just now, and I thought, as I say, that if I keep them to sleep with me, I do not know what advice I will be tomorrow. However, if the time you do not like, do not know what to say to me, I am here, and if I do not want, I go.
- No, no, wait a moment: I come back with the answer. So saying, he closed the window. Now, Agnes was separated from his promises, and whispered to Lucy: - courage is a moment is like being tear out a tooth - the two brothers met, before the door, and sat chatting with Tonio , so that Perpetua, coming to the door, would believe that he had knocked down there by chance, and that Tonio had held a moment.
- Peace be with you - he said, entering. - There is nothing to hope for man: the more we must trust in God and I have already pledged some of his protection.
Although none of the three had hoped to try a lot of his father Christopher, since seeing a retreat from a powerful soverchieria, without being forced, or merely condescending to prayers disarmed, it was rather unheard of that rare, nevertheless the sad certainty was a blow to everyone. The woman lowered her head, but the soul of Renzo, anger prevailed slaughter. Quell'annunzio was already embittered by the sorrowful surprises, with so many failed attempts in vain, so many dashed hopes, and, moreover, exacerbated, at that time, the rejections of Lucia.
- I know - he cried, gnashing his teeth, and raising his voice, as he had never done before, in the presence of his father Christopher, - I want to know why he said that dog, to support ... to argue that my wife is not to be my wife.
- Poor Renzo! - Said the monk, with a deep voice and compassionate, and with a look that commanded the loving calm if: - the powerful who want to commit injustice was always obliged to tell his reasons, things did not go as anderebbero.
- He said then that dog, who does not want, why not?
did not utter this, poor Renzo! Would still be an advantage if, commit iniquity, they had to confess it openly.
- But something has had to say what he said that firebrand of hell?
- His words, I have heard, and you do not know the repeat. The items iniquitous that is strong, penetrate and escape. May refer you to show suspicion of him, and at the same time, to make you feel that you suspect is certain: it can be called insult and offend, taunt and ask why, terrify and complain, be shameless and blameless. Do not ask further. He did not say the name of this innocent, nor yours has not figured not even know you, did not say anything pretender, but ... but unfortunately I had to understand who is adamant. Nevertheless, confidence in God! You, poor things, do not lose heart, and you, Renzo ... oh! believe me, I know I put 'your shoes, I feel what goes on in your heart. But, patience! It is a lean word, a bitter word, for those who do not believe; but you ...! You will not want to give God one day, two days, the time it will take for the triumph of justice? The time is his, and there n'ha promised so much! Leave it to him, Renzo, and know ... all I know I already have a thread to help you. For now, I can not tell you more. Tomorrow I will not go up here, I have to stay at the convent all day for you. You, Renzo, try to come: or whether, if unexpected, you could not, send a trusted man, a lad of view, by which I can let you know what you need. It gets dark, I must run to the convent. Faith, courage, and goodbye.
said, came in haste, and went running and almost saltelloni, down the wrong lane and stony, not to arrive late at the convent, at the risk of Busca a good scolding, or what he would have weighed even more, a penance, which gl'impedisse, the day after, to find prepared and sent to what could require the need of 'his proteges.
- Did you hear what he said in a something ... of a thread that has to help us? - Lucia said. - Agrees to trust him is a man who, when he promises ten ...
- If nothing else ...! - Agnes interrupted. - He should speak more clearly, or call me on the one hand, and tell me what this ...
- Chatter! the ends I: I'll finish! - Renzo interrupted, this time, going up and down the room, and a voice with a face, as to leave no doubt about the meaning of those words.
- Renzo Oh! - Exclaimed Lucia.
- What do you mean? - Agnes said.
- What need is there to say? The I'll finish. Have even one hundred, a thousand devils soul, flesh and blood is finally he ...
- No, no, for heaven's sake ...! - Began Lucia, but severed the crying voice.
- There are speeches to be made, not even in jest, - "said Agnes.
- To jest? - Renzo shouted, stopping to Agnes sitting upright in the face and planted two eyes staring in the face. - To jest! see if it is hoax.
- Renzo Oh! - Lucia said, barely, between sobs: - not have I ever seen so.
- Do not say such things, for heaven's sake - still shooting Agnes quickly, lowering her voice. - Do not you remember how many arms he has at his command? And even ... God forbid! ... against the poor, there is always justice.
- The I do, justice, me! It's time. This is not easy: I know. It looks good, the dog murderess: knows how he is, but it does not matter. Resolution and patience ... and the moment arrives. Yes, I do, the justice: I will deliver, the country: how many people will bless me ...! and then three ... jump!
The horror that Lucia felt these lighter items, discontinued them crying, and gave her strength to speak. Raising from the palm face tearful, "said Renzo, heartfelt voice, but firm: - does not care anymore So for me to wife. I was from my promise to a young man who had the fear of God but a man who had ... Was safe for each and every justice revenge, even if it was the king's son ...
good! - Renzo cried, his face distorted, more than ever: - I do not v'avrò, but not v'avrà not even him. I'm here without you, and he's home ...
- Oh no! for heaven's sake, do not say so, do not make those eyes: no, I can not see you so, - said Lucia, crying, pleading with her hands clasped, while Agnes and drew the young man called by name, and palpitate shoulders, arms, hands, to quell. He stood motionless and thoughtful for some time to contemplate the face of appealing Lucia, and then, suddenly, looked grim, gave back, extended his arm and index finger toward her, and cried: - This! yes he wants this. Has to die!
- And I have I done wrong, why make me die? - Lucia said, kneeling in front buttandosegli.
- you! - Said in a voice very different ch'esprimeva anger, but anger, however: - you! What will you love me? What evidence m'avete date? I do not have I prayed, and prayed, and prayed? And you no! no!
- Yes, yes, - said Lucy hurriedly: - come from nice, tomorrow, now, if you will come. Go back to the first, I will come.
- Do you promise? - Renzo said, in a voice and a face now, suddenly, more human.
- I promise.
- you promised me that.
- Lord, thank you! - Agnes said, doubly happy.
In the midst of his great anger, Renzo had thought of that profit could be for him the fright of Lucia? And he had used a little 'd'artifice to make it grow, to make it bear fruit? Our author's protest did not know anything and I believe that even Renzo do not know well. The fact is that it was really enraged against Don Rodrigo, and longed ardently Lucia's consent, and when two strong passions cackling together in the heart of a man, not even the patient can always distinguish clearly the voice on the other, and say with certainty what is the one that predominates.
- I Ve promised - said Lucy, in a tone of reproach, and so affectionate - but you had promised not to shingles, to forgive his father ...
- via Oh! for the sake of those who go in a hurry? Do you want to go back now? And let me make a mistake?
- No, no, - said Lucy, beginning to rispaventarsi. - I promised, and I do not recall. But you see how you made me promise. God forbid ...
- Why do you want to de 'bad luck, Lucia? God knows I do not let us do no harm to anyone.
- Promise at least this will be the last.
- I promise you, as a poor son.
- But this time, keep on, - said Agnes.
Here the author admits to not knowing something else: if Lucy was, in all respects, to be discontented been pushed to agree. We leave, as he did, the thing in question.
Renzo wanted to prolong the discourse, and to set apart a part, what you should do the next day, but it was already night, and women gliel'augurarono good, what appeared to them not fitting that, at that time, you stop them for longer.
The night, however, was to all three can be as good as what happens to a day full of turmoil and trouble, and that precedes an important undertaking is intended to, and of uncertain outcome. Renzo see left early, and together with the women, or rather with Agnes, the great work of the evening, offering each other and dissolving difficulties foreseeing setbacks, and starting over, now one, now another, to describe the matter as you tell a done deal. Lucy listened, and, without approving it with words that could not approve in his heart, he promised to do better would know that.
- Ander you down to the monastery to talk to his father, Christopher, as told you last night? - Asked Agnes to Renzo.
- Pumpkins! - Said this: - you know what the hell has the eyes of his father would read me in the face, as upon a book, there's something in the air, and if it began to question me, I could not get out to well. And then, I have to stay here, to care for the deal. You'd better send you somebody.
- I will send Menico.
- Alright, - said Renzo, and departed, to take care of the deal, as he said.
Agnes went to a nearby house, to seek Menico, who was a boy of about twelve, awake at his side, and that, because of cousins \u200b\u200band in-laws, was to be a little 'his nephew. He asked the relatives, such as loan, all that day - for a certain service, - he said. Avutolo, took him in her kitchen, gave him breakfast, and said he would go Pescarenico and did you see his father Christopher, who then would refer him with an answer, when it's time. - Christopher's father, the handsome old man, you know, with a white beard, what they call the Holy ...
- I see, - said Menico: - what we always caress, we other boys, and gives us time to time, some saint.
- Exactly, Menico. It will tell you that if you wait just a few, there near the convent, do not mislead: be careful not to go with de 'companions at the lake, watching fish, or to have fun with nets attached to the wall to dry, or to that other trick to your usual ... We know that
Menico was very good to do in Ricochets, and we know that everyone, big and small, let us do the things to which we gladly skills: do not say those sun.
- Poh! Aunt: I am not a boy then.
- Well, be judicious, and when you come back with the answer ... see, these are two beautiful new parpagliole for you.
- let me look now, which is the same.
- No, no, you play them. Go and bring good, that n'avrai more.
In the remainder of that long morning, we saw some news that began more than a little suspicion in the already troubled mind of women. A beggar, neither finished nor ragged as his peers, and with something of a dark and sinister in his looks, he went to beg for charity, giving here and there to spy cert'occhiate. He was given a piece of bread, which received and placed, with ill-concealed indifference. He stayed on, with a certain audacity, and at the same time, with hesitation, doing a lot of questions, to which Agnes hastened to always answer the opposite of what it was. Moving along, as if to leave, he pretended to the wrong door, he entered what he put the ladder, and gave them another look in a hurry, as he could. Gridatogli behind: - hey hey! Where are you going man? from here! from here! - Came back, and left the part that was mentioned, apologetically, with a submission, with affected humility, which could hardly be placed in the hard features of that face. After he continued to be seen, from time to time, other strange figures. What kind of men they were, could not have been easy to say, but you could not even believe they were the honest travelers who volevan opinion. One came on the pretext of being taught by the road, and others, past the door, slowing his pace, and guardavan eye in the room, across the courtyard, as who wants to see without arousing suspicion. Finally, around noon, the procession ended annoying. Agnes got up every now and then, crossed the courtyard, looked out at the street, looked to the left and right, and came back saying: - none -: word uttered with pleasure, and that Lucia felt pleasure, without either the one nor the other knew it very clearly why. But he remained both a concern which I do not know who raised them, and his daughter primarily, a large part of the courage that they had put in Serbia for the evening.
We must, however, that the reader knows something more precise about this' mysterious buzzers: and, to inform him of all, shall we go back one step, and find Don Rodrigo, we left yesterday, only one room of his palace, Christopher to the Father.
Don Rodrigo, as we have said, it measured back and forth, long strides, that room, the walls of which hung portraits of family, of several generations. When he was with his face to the wall and turned around, he saw a face in his warrior ancestor, terror of 'enemies of' his soldiers, the grim looks,, co 'short hair and upright, co' mustache drawn and pointed, which sporgevan cheeks, chin oblique: the hero standing upright, with legs, co 'stringers, with the breastplate, co' bracelets, co 'gloves, all of iron, with the right hand side, and the left on the pommel of the sword. Don Rodrigo was looking at him, and when he had arrived in, and turned, here in the face of another ancestor, a magistrate, de terror 'litigants and lawyers, to sit upon a large chair covered with red velvet, wrapped in a large black gown , all black except a white collar, with two large Faccioli, and a sable lining thrown back (it was the distinctive de 'senators, and not bore the winter, which is why you will never find a portrait of Senator summer dress), skinny, with the frown: he was holding a prayer, and seemed to say: we'll see. This way a matron, the terror of his valet, thence an abbot, terror of 'his monks, in short, all people who made terror, and it still blew from the canvases. In the presence of these memories, the more s'arrovellava Don Rodrigo, was ashamed, he could not find peace, a monk who had dared him save him, with the pomposity of Nathan. Formed a plan of revenge, left her, thinking how to meet together with a passion, and honor what he called, and sometimes (you see a little!) quell'esordio still hissing in the ears of prophecy, she was coming, as they say, the drones, and was about to lay the thought of the two rewards. Finally, to make something she called a servant, and ordered him to apologize to the company, saying that it was detained by urgent business. When that came back to report that this' gentlemen had gone, leaving their respects: - Attila and the Count? - Asked, still walking, Don Rodrigo.
- came out with this' Gentlemen, illustrious.
- Well, six people below, for the walk: away. The sword, the cloak, his hat now.
The servant went out, responding with a bow, and shortly after he returned, bringing the rich sword, which was encircled his master, the hood, which he threw himself on his back, his hat in large pens, and nailed that began with a handful, proudly on his head a sign of sea cloudy. He moved, and at the door, he found all the six armed ruffians, who, without wings, and inchinatolo, they went behind him. More gruff, more pride, more sullen than usual, went out, and went walking towards Lecco. The peasants, craftsmen, seeing him come, we ritiravan close to the wall, and there were scappellate and deep bows, which are not answered. How to lower the bow even those who were called by these gentlemen, because, in those 'side dishes, there was one that could, a thousand miles, compare with him, by name, wealth, and adhesions of the desire to make use of it, for istari above the others. And they corresponded with a condescending attitude. That day did not happen, but when it happened that meet with Mr. Castellano English, then the bow was equally deep on both sides, it was like between two potentates, who have nothing in common between them, but, for convenience are a credit to the degree of each other. To go a little mattana, and to contrast the image of the monk who was besieging the fantasy images with entirely different, don Rodrigo went that day, in a house, where he went to the usual, many people, and where he was received with the bustling friendly and respectful, which is been reserved to men who are very loving and very afraid, and at night already done, he returned to his palace. Count Attilio he was back in that moment, and was put on the dinner table, during which, Don Rodrigo was always thoughtful, and spoke little.
- Cousin, when you pay this bet? - Said, with malice and mockery do, Count Attilio, just cleared, and the servants gone.
- San Martino is not even past.
- So much so that you pay now, why spend all the saints of the meet, before ...
- This is what we'll see.
- Cousin, do you want the politician, but I I understood everything, and I'm so sure of winning the bet, which I am ready to do another.
- Let's hear.
- That the father ... the father ... I know I? in short, that monk hath converted.
- Here is another one of your own.
- Convert, cousin, converted, I tell you. For myself, I enjoy it. You know it will be a good show see you all pierced, and with downcast eyes! And glory to the father! As will be back home and swollen Pettoruto! I'm not that piglino fish every day, or with all networks. Be sure that you take for example, and when shall I have some mission a bit 'far, talk of' mind your own business. I seem to hear -. And here, speaking with his nose, accompanying his words loaded with gestures, he continued, in a tone of preaching: - in a part of this world, that, worthy of respect, not name, lived, dear listeners, and still lives, a dissolute knight, more friends than females, that of good men who, accustomed to make of all apples and oranges, had his eye ...
- Enough, enough, - interrupted Don Rodrigo, half grinning, and half bored. - If you want to double the bet, I am ready.
- Devil! that you have converted your father!
- I do not speak of him: and as for the bet, St. Martin decides -. The count was piqued curiosity, not spared him questions, but he knew the Don Rodrigo Eluder all, putting always a day of decision, and not wanting to communicate with the opposing party designs were either not set out, neither absolutely fixed.
The next morning, Don Rodrigo Don Rodrigo awoke. The apprehension that this will one day put her in body, had vanished completely, co 'dreams of the night, and remained the only anger, exacerbated by the shame of that weakness is also transient. The latest images of the walk of triumph, degl'inchini, hospitality, and the teasing of his cousin, had contributed not a little to make the ancient mind. Just got up, sent the Griso. "Big things", he said to himself, the servant who was given the order, because the man who had that nickname, was nothing less than the chief 'good, that which was necessary business riskier and more unequal, the trustworthy of the master, the man of her own, out of gratitude and interest. After killing one, during the day, the streets, he went to implore the protection of Don Rodrigo, and this, dressed in his livery, had put him under cover of any search for justice. So, in committing any crime that was commanded, he had secured the impunity of the first. For Don Rodrigo, the purchase had not been of little importance, because the Griso, in addition to being, without comparison, the most talented of the family, was also a test of what his master had been happily attempt against laws, so that its power was increased both in fact and opinion.
- Griso! - Don Rodrigo said: - at this juncture, you will see what you're worth. Before today, the Lucia must be in this building.
- Do not ever say that the Griso has withdrawn from a command of the most illustrious sir.
- Piglia how many men you may need, sort and have, as you think best, provided it manages to succeed. But be careful above all, that does not hurt either.
- Lord, a bit 'of fear, because the face is not too much noise ... you can not do less.
- Fright ... I understand ... is inevitable. But do not turn aside a strand of hair, and above all, the ports are compared in every way. Did you hear?
- Lord, you can not raise a flower from the plant and bring it to you, sir, without touching it. But you will only need the pure.
- Under your self-assurance. E. .. how are you going?
- I was thinking, sir. We are fortunate that the house is down the country. We need a place to go to post. and indeed there, not far from there, that house empty and alone in the countryside, the house ... "do not know anything about those things ... a house that burned, a few years ago, and had no money be restored, and they abandoned it, and now we are the witches, but not a Saturday, and I laugh. These villagers, who are full of nonsense, we do not hang out, in any night of the week, for all the gold in the world to stop so we can go there with confidence that nobody will come to spoil our own.
- Okay, then what?
Here, the Griso to propose, Don Rodrigo to discuss, until they had agreed to conduct a concerted manner the end, the company, without trace remained of the authors also address the way with false leads, suspects elsewhere, import silence the poor Agnes, of the terror strike at Renzo, for him to kill the pain, and the thought of having recourse to justice, and the willingness to complain, and all the other necessary to the success of knavery knavery main. We omit to report these 'concerts, because, as the reader will see, are not necessary to the understanding of history, and we are happy we would not have to restrain longer a parliamentary hearing this' two pesky rogues. Just that, while the Griso went off to dip into the performance, Don Rodrigo called him, and said - listen, if by chance, gave you that rash lout nell'unghie tonight, will not be that bad is given in advance on the back good memories. Thus, the order that the notice will be quiet tomorrow, will most certainly the effect. But do not go to the search, not to spoil what matters most: thou hast heard.
- Leave it to me, - said the Griso, bowing, with an act of homage and braggadocio, and left. The morning was spent in laps, to recognize the country. That false beggar who had sent that way in the poor house, was nothing but the Griso, who came to the plant levarne eye: the false pilgrims were its villains, who, to operate under his command, was enough a superficial knowledge of the place. And made the discovery, s'eran not let you see more, not to give too much suspicion. Back
that were all to the palace, the Griso realized, and finalizes the design firm, gave the parties, gave instructions. None of this could be done without the old servant, who was with open eyes, thesis and ears, noticing that some great thing is the car. A force to be careful and to ask, beg a half of news here, half there, commenting on an obscure word to himself, playing a mysterious move, so he did, that was it clear what you had to do that night. But when we were successful, it was already not far away, and already a small vanguard of good that had gone into hiding in a ruined farmhouse. The poor old man, though he felt he played well in that risky game, and had also afraid to take the help of Pisa, also did not want to miss: he came out, with the excuse to get some 'air, and walked quickly in quickly to the convent, to give the father Christopher The notice promised. Soon after, they moved the other good, and went down piecemeal, not a company view: the Griso came after, and not left behind a bush, which had to be brought to the cottage, in the evening, as it was done. Who were gathered there, the Griso sent three people to the little village inn, and one that he put the door, watching what happens in the street, and seeing all the people when they were withdrawn, the other two that were inside playing and drinking, as amateurs, and wait a while to watch, if something were to spy on us. He, with the bulk of the troops, remained nell'agguato waiting.
Poor old trotting again, the three explorers arrived in their place, and the sun fell, and when Renzo came from women, and said: - Tonio and Gervase m'aspettan out: vo with them at the inn, a bite to eat, and will beep when the Hail Mary, we will pick . Come, courage, Lucy! it all depends on a moment -. Lucia sighed, and repeated: - courage, - a voice that belied the word. When Renzo
and two companions arrived at the inn, they found that there already planted in the Sentinel, which cluttered up half the doorway, leaning with his back to a door jamb, arms folded across his chest, and looked concerned and to the right and left, flashing now white, now black falcon eyes. A flat cap of crimson velvet, made wrong, the covered half of the crown, which, dividing sur face a dark, turning from side to side, below the ears, and ended in braids, stops with a comb in the back. He kept hanging in one hand a big club, arms properly, it does not bore in sight, but just look at her face, even a child would think that would have as many as there could be. When Renzo, who was before the others, was about to enter, he, no bother, looked at him fixedly, but the young man, intent on dodging every question, as usually everyone who has an rough hands, he did not view of realizing it, he said, either, let in there, and, skirting the other jamb passed diagonally, with the first side for the opening left by the caryatid. The two mates had to make the same evolution, if they wanted to enter. Once entered, they saw the others, de 'which they had already heard the voice, that this' two thugs, who sat in a corner of the table, playing with blackberry, crying both together (there is a game that requires it), and mix or one or the other to drink, with a large flask which was between them. They also fixed guardaron the new company, and a de 'two especially, having a hand in the air, with three ditacci thesis and expanded, and having his mouth still open, to a great "six" that had burst out at that time , Renzo looked from head to foot, then gave an eye to his companion, then that output, which replied with a nod. Renzo looked suspicious and uncertain of his two guests, as if to try it 'aspects of their interpretation of all these' signs, but other aspects did not indicate that a good appetite. The landlord looked into her face to him, as to await orders: he had come with him to a nearby room, and ordered dinner.
- Who are these 'strangers? - Then asked softly, when that came back with a rough cloth under his arm, and a bottle in his hand.
- do not know them, - said the landlord, explaining the tablecloth.
- How? not even one?
- You know, - yet he said, stretching, with both hands, the tablecloth on the table - the first rule of our job is not to ask for the facts of the other: so that, from our women are not unusual. It would be cool, with so many people coming and going: it is always a seaport, when the vintage are reasonable, I mean, but we're happy, that will return the proper time. We are honest enough for the customers: who they are then, or who are not, it's okay. And now I will bring you a plate of meatballs, which like you've never eaten.
- How do you know ...? - Renzo catch it again, but the landlord, which started in the kitchen, went his way. And there, as he took the pan of meatballs summentovate, approached the slowly that bully who had squared our youth, and said softly: - Who are these 'gentlemen?
- Good people of this country - said the landlord, dishing the meatballs in the pot.
- Okay, but what are they called? Who am I? - He insisted, his voice a little rude.
- One is called Renzo, - said the landlord, but quietly - a good young man, settled, silk spinner, who knows his job well. The other is a farmer whose name is Tonio: good comrade, gay shame that n'abbia few, who would spend all here. The other is a simpleton, but he eats willingly when damage him. With permission.
And, with a tripped, went between the stove and the questioner; and went to bring the pot to those who had. - How can you know - hung up Renzo, when he saw it reappear - it is not honest, if you know them?
- Stocks, my friend: the man knows action. Those who drink wine and not criticize, they pay the bill without pulling up Metton not fight with other patrons, and if they have a knife in one hand, it should be waiting outside, and away from the tavern, so that the poor host would not go away in the middle, those are honest. However, if you can know the people well, as we know between us four, is better. And what the hell you feel to know many things, when you are married, and you have to have anything in mind? and with those before meatballs, which would raise the dead? - So saying, he returned to the kitchen.
Our author, noting the different way that kept him in the meeting to questions, said a man who had done so, that in all his speeches, he made profession of being a good friend of 'honest men in general, but, in was in practice used to much greater satisfaction with those who had reputation or appearance of villains. What a unique character! eh?
The dinner was not very cheerful. The two guests wanted to enjoy it with all their convenience, but the inviting, worried about what the reader knows, and annoyed, and even a bit 'strange behavior of those restless strangers, could not wait to leave. Yes whispering, because of them, and they were listless and truncated words.
- What a wonderful thing - ran out of the blue Gervaso - Renzo who wants to get married, and he needs ...! - Renzo gave him a sharp face. - Would you shut up, you beast? - Said Tonio, accompanying the title with a nudge. The conversation was always cooler, until the end. Renzo, standing back in to eat, how to drink, waiting to mix the two witnesses, with discretion, so as to give them a bit 'of wit, without letting them get out of the brain. Cleared, paid the bill by those who had less failure, had all three novamente pass in front of those faces, all of which turned to Renzo, as when he entered. This, Who had made a few steps out of the tavern, he turned back and saw that the two who had left sitting in the kitchen, followed him: then he stopped, co 'his companions, as if to say: They want to see what I have them. But the two, when they realized to be observed, they stopped too, is parlaron softly, and turned back. If Renzo was close enough to hear their words, would have seemed very strange. - It would be a bell'onore, not counting the tip, - said one of 'robbers - whether returning to the palace, we could tell him of flattened ribs in haste, and so by us, without that Mr. Griso were here to settle.
- and damage to the main store! - Replied the other. - Behold, what hath been sighted a few; stops to look at. Ih! if you later! Let's go back, not to create suspicion. See people that comes from all sides: let them all go to roost.
There was in fact that swarm, the buzz you hear in a village on the night, and after a few moments, giving rise to the solemn stillness of the night. Women Came from the field, carrying children in their arms, and holding his hand to hail the boys, to whom did they say the devotions of the evening; Came men, with spades, and hoes on their shoulders. At the opening of the doors, could be seen sparkle here and there the fires lit dinners for the poor: he felt the street trade greetings, and a few words on the lack of harvest, and the misery of the year, and more than words, they felt the touch and measured sound of the bell, which announced the closing of the day. Renzo when he saw that the two prying s'eran retired, he continued his way into the growing darkness, giving subheading now history, now another, now to one, now another brother. They arrived at the house of Lucy, who was already night.
Among the first thought of a terrible company, and executing it (said a barbarian who was not devoid of talent), the range is a dream, full of ghosts and fears. Lucia was, for many hours, in the anguish of such a dream, and Agnes, Agnes same, the author council, was in thought, and was hardly words to hearten his daughter. But at the moment of awakening, when that is put the thing to work, the mood is completely transformed. On terror and courage that contrasted, it happens to another and another terror courage: the company looks out to the mind, as a new appearance: what more scared the first, it seems sometimes suddenly become easy: sometimes comparatively large obstacle that had just paid attention, the picture from back in fright; ricusino limbs seems to obey, and lacks the heart to the promises he had made with more confidence. At the low beat Renzo, Lucia, was attacked by such terror, that resolved, at that time, to suffer all things, to always be separated from him, rather ch'eseguire that resolution, but when it was shown, and had said: - I am here, let's go - and when everyone is ready to start mostraron without hesitation as to what fixed, irrevocable, Lucy had no time or strength to make trouble, and as dragged and took a trembling arm of the mother, an arm of the bridegroom, and moved with the brigade adventurer.
silently in the darkness, with measured steps, They issued from the house, and took the road out of the country. The shortest was traversing: s'andava that right to the house of Don Abbondio, but that they chose, not to be seen. For lanes, including the orchards and fields, arrivaron near the house, and there they parted. They promised they remained hidden behind the corner of it, Agnese with them, but a bit 'farther to run in time to stop Perpetua, and to seize it, Tony, with the slaughter of Gervase, who could not do anything by itself, and without which we could not do anything, s'affacciaron bravely at the door and knock.
- Who is, at this hour? - Cried a voice from the window, which opens at the moment, was the voice of Perpetua. - There is not Sick, I know. Perhaps some accident happened?
- It is I, - said Tonio, - with my brother, we need to speak to the curate.
- Time Christians from this? - Perpetua said abruptly. - What discretion? Come back tomorrow.
- Listen: I will come back or not coming back: I do not know that I have received money, and I was welding debituccio what you know: he was here twenty-five berlingo pretty new, but if you can not, patience: these, I know how to spend it, and I will return when n 'has put together than others.
- Wait, wait, and I want to go back. But why come now?
- I've received, too, just now, and I thought, as I say, that if I keep them to sleep with me, I do not know what advice I will be tomorrow. However, if the time you do not like, do not know what to say to me, I am here, and if I do not want, I go.
- No, no, wait a moment: I come back with the answer. So saying, he closed the window. Now, Agnes was separated from his promises, and whispered to Lucy: - courage is a moment is like being tear out a tooth - the two brothers met, before the door, and sat chatting with Tonio , so that Perpetua, coming to the door, would believe that he had knocked down there by chance, and that Tonio had held a moment.
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