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158 had left the place, and had departed none knew whither. The lapse of so many years made it impossible for me to find the slight traces of those I sought; when, as if some good angel had suddenly taken pity on me, I met Guido. The likeness struck me; I asked the name—"Carrara!" and from that time I have been nerving myself to tell my wretched history. Even the deliverance of my late sickness was haunted by the thought! Now I almost dare to hope, not for myself, but for you. My plan for the future—"

"Shall be discussed to-morrow," said Francesca, soothingly; "you have exerted yourself beyond your strength: your cheek burns, your lip is parched. I pray you now retire to rest, and God pity and forgive you!"

She poured out his medicine, and gave it to him. He drank from the cup, and tried to speak; but his voice failed, and he left the room in silence.