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Updated: June 10, 2025
Swear to yourself that forty years hence, if, while passing through a railway station, you recognize your old Garrone in the garments of an engineer, with a black face, ah! I cannot think what to tell you to swear. I am sure that you will jump upon the engine and fling your arms round his neck, though you were even a senator of the kingdom. Saturday, 29th.
No sooner did she catch sight of him than the woman flew to meet him, threw her arms on his shoulders, and kissed him a great many times on the head, saying: "You are Garrone, the friend of my little son, the protector of my poor child; it is you, my dear, brave boy; it is you!"
Her transformation has placed a guardian angel in the world for thee, to whom thou must refer in all thy affairs, in everything that pertains to thee. Be strong and brave; fight against desperate and vulgar grief; have the tranquillity of great suffering in great souls; and that it is what she would have." "Garrone," added the teacher, "be strong and tranquil, for that is what she would have.
It was beautiful to see poor Nelli clinging to Garrone, so that he could not be taken from him. All thronged around Garrone, and it was, "Farewell, Garrone! Good by until we meet!" And they touched him, and pressed his hands, and made much of him, that brave, sainted boy; and his father was perfectly amazed, as he looked on and smiled.
But suddenly Garrone sprang up, his face all convulsed, and his fists clenched, and shouted in a voice choked with rage: "Stop this! You are brutes! You take advantage of him because he is kind. If he were to bruise your bones for you, you would be as abject as dogs. You are a pack of cowards!
We ascended to the garret. At the door Derossi removed his medal and put it in his pocket. I asked him why. "I don't know," he answered; "in order not to have the air: it strikes me as more delicate to go in without my medal." We knocked; the father, that big man who looks like a giant, opened to us; his face was distorted so that he appeared terrified. "Who are you?" he demanded. Garrone replied:
I beseech you now, boys, respect the terrible sorrow that is now rending his soul. When he enters, greet him with affection, and gravely; let no one jest, let no one laugh at him, I beg of you." And this morning poor Garrone came in, a little later than the rest; I felt a blow at my heart at the sight of him.
Garrone was the last one whom I embraced in the street, and I stifled a sob against his breast: he kissed my brow. Then I ran to my father and mother. My father asked me: "Have you spoken to all of your comrades?" I replied that I had. "If there is any one of them whom you have wronged, go and ask his pardon, and beg him to forget it. Is there no one?" "No one," I answered.
He had an exact description of the stables, and the stall, and the horse's body-clothes. 'I was there, seeing the horse taken care of; and, knowing the cut of the fellow's jib, what does I do, but whips the body-clothes off Naboclish, and claps them upon a garrone that the priest would not ride.
The first one of you that jeers at him again, I shall wait for outside, and I will break his teeth, I swear it, even under the very eyes of his father!" All became silent. Ah, what a fine thing it was to see Garrone, with his eyes darting flames! He seemed to be a furious young lion. He stared at the most daring, one after the other, and all hung their heads.
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