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While thus occupied, he was frequently at the house of two Florentine usurers, who treated him with great distinction out of regard for Messer Musciatto; and there it so happened that he fell sick. The two brothers forthwith placed physicians and servants in attendance upon him, and omitted no means meet and apt for the restoration of his health.

They beholding him in better cheer, departed on their several ways, and the nurse still sat alone beside him. Then he explained to her what he had at heart, and how he was in love with a maiden whom he had seen on feast-days in the house of Messer Pietro.

Then, when it was too late for me to amend my error, came Messer Guido's death, and no man knows now what became of those verses. As for me, I cannot remember them, try I never so hard to cudgel my brains for their meaning and sequence.

There, the time of her delivery coming and the girl crying out, as women use to do, what while her mother never dreamed that Messer Amerigo, who was well nigh never wont to do so, should come thither, it chanced that he passed, on his return from hawking, by the chamber where his daughter lay and marvelling at the outcry she made, suddenly entered the chamber and demanded what was to do.

After a while Messer Simone called a halt in the business of signing, and now he began to speak anew, and though his voice was rough and harsh from all the talk that he had talked before, and though he rather growled his words than gave them liberal utterance, yet what he said was what he wanted to say, and came from his black heart with a very damnable aptness.

Messer Folco, who was always very affable in his bearing to those that served him, and who had a special affection for this fellow, rose very good-humoredly from the table and the converse and the wine, and going a little ways apart, listened to what his old servant, who seemed so agitated and aghast, had to tell him.

That night I happened to be at a place where I heard the death announced, according to the Roman custom, in the following formal words: 'Messer Paolo gives notice of the death of Madonna Vannozza, mother of the Duke of Gandia; she belonged to the Gonfalone Company. She was buried yesterday in S. Maria del Popolo, with the greatest honors, almost like a cardinal. She was sixty-six years of age.

"You suspect that Messer Gambara... that Messer Gambara and Madonna... that..." I clenched my hands together, and looked into his leering face. "You understand me well enough," I cried, almost angrily. He looked at me seriously now, a cold glitter in his small eyes. "I wonder do you understand yourself?" he asked. "I think not. I think not.

"No," Fabri said, when silence was made. "There is no provision for a change, unless a definite accusation be laid." "But Messer Baudichon may have one to make," Blondel said proudly. "In that case, let him speak." Baudichon breathed hard, and seemed to be on the point of pouring forth a torrent of words. But he said nothing.

Even more than dying, it grieved him to leave me alive in this treacherous world, with so many troubles; the better part of me went with him, nothing is left to me but endless sorrow. I commend myself to you, and beg you, if it is not a trouble to you, to make my excuses to Messer Benvenuto for not answering his letter, for grief abounds in such thoughts as these, so that I cannot write.