La legge del Contrappasso a cura di Alessandro Manzoni - Parte 1.
...But as Don Rodrigo walked along he began to feel a discomfort, a fatigue, a weakness in the legs, a difficulty in drawing breath, and a feeling of internal burning which he would have been only too happy to attribute to the wine he had drunk, the lateness of the hour and the time of the year. ...
"Griso!" said Don Rodrigo, sitting up with difficulty, "you have always been a faithful servant."
"Yes, sir."
"And I`ve always been good to you."
"You`ve been very kind, sir."
"You are the one man I think I can trust." ...
"But listen, Griso; give me a glass of water before you go. I`ve got a burning inside me that`s more than I can bear."
"No, sir," said Griso, "You`d better not have anything without the doctor`s approval..." ...
"Why, you dirty traitor. Get away, you scum! Biondino! Carlotto! Help! Murder! cried Don Rodrigo. He thrust his hand under the pillow in search of a pistol: he grabbed it and pulled it out. But the monatti had made a dash for the bed at his first cry. The quicker of the two got to him before he could do anything, seized the pistol from his hand, and threw it across the room. ..."
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La legge del Contrappasso a cura di Alessandro Manzoni - Parte 2.
"Hold on to him until we`re ready to take him away," said his colleague, walking over towards a cabinet. Just then Griso came in, and began to help him to smash the lock."
The monatti picked him up, on holding his feet and the other his shoulders, and put him on the stretcher which they had left in the adjoning room.
Griso stayed behind to make a further rapid choice of whatever might be useful to him...
He had been very careful not to touch the monatti, nor to let them touch him. But in that last rapid search, he had picked up the clothes which Don Rodrigo had left by the bed, and had given them a shake,... The following day, however, he did have occasion to give the matter some further thought; for as he sat guzzling in a tavern, he was suddenly overtaken by a trembling fit,his eyes were dazzled by the light, the strength left his limbs, and he fell to the floor. His companions deserted him, and he fell into the hands of the monatti...
...Alessandro Manzoni: The Betrothed
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