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This feller Renzo can talk cannibal so good he makes Monitaya hunt for the dictionary, and he'll tell the chief in ten seconds what I tried half an hour to say this afternoon that ye belong. I 'ain't been here long enough to learn much o' their lingo, ye understand. If I could spout it like French, now, there wouldn't been no trouble." McKay and Knowlton snickered.
Here was Via Cristoforo; there Via Renzo; while naturally Via Lucia led us up to the ancient grey osteria where the virtuous heroine was born and lived.
"Chips, then, Nick!" called out the Sheriff, quietly taking a seat at the table; while Sonora, bubbling over with spirits, hitched up his trousers in sailor fashion and executed an impromptu hornpipe, bellowing in his deep, base voice: "I shipped aboard of a liner, boys " "Renzo, boys, renzo," finished Trinidad, falling in place at the table.
"Ho-hum!" yawned Tim. "Renzo, ye spill more solid sense to the square inch than any feller I seen in a long time. We're here because we're here; to-day's dead and to-morrer ain't born yet, and li'l' Timmy Ryan hits the hay right now. Night, gents."
"Hozy, me and you will have our hammicks slung out front here when the show starts and do our shootin' prone. Suits me fine. Put it up to the chief, Renzo." Lourenço did.
I will arrange for you, Lucia, to be taken care of in a convent at Monza. You, Renzo, must put yourself in safety from the anger of others, and your own. Carry this letter to Father Bonaventura, in our monastery at Milan. He will find you work." II. The Riot of the Hungry Fra Bonaventura was out when Renzo arrived to present his letter.
You're living!" exclaimed Renzo, all in a tremble. "Oh, blessed Lord!" cried she, trembling far more violently. "You?" "How pale you are! You've recovered, though?" "The Lord has pleased to leave me here a little longer. Ah, Renzo, why are you here?" "Why? Need I say why? Am I no longer Renzo? Are you no longer Lucia?" "Ah, what are you saying? Didn't my mother write to you?"
"This is an earnest of God's forgiveness, to make you an instrument of safety to one whom you would have ruined." IV. In a Lazzeretto Thanks to his cousin, Renzo was enabled to earn very good wages, and would have been quite content to remain had it not been for his desire to rejoin Lucia.
Convinced that their action was the cause of commotion, they beat a hasty retreat. The discomfited betrothed still only betrothed hastily rejoined Agnese, who was waiting for them in the street. As they hurriedly turned their steps homeward a child threw himself into their way. "Back! Back!" he breathlessly exclaimed. "This way to the monastery!" "What is it?" asked Renzo.
"Ay, that indeed she did. Fine things to offer to an unfortunate, afflicted, fugitive wretch who had never done you wrong." "But, Renzo, Renzo, you don't think what you're saying! A promise to the Madonna a vow!" "And I think better of the Madonna than you do, for I believe she doesn't wish for promises that injure one's fellow-creatures.
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