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Rh he framed it in a thousand shapes, but the thought that he must humble himself before the man he hated was as the presence of a demon for ever beside him.

Towards the afternoon, Francesca, who observed how worn out and cold Guido appeared, prevailed upon him to go down into the cabin, and rest upon one of the benches. She covered him carefully with a cloak, and at last he dropped off to sleep, her arm supporting his head, as she knelt beside, breathing fearfully lest she might disturb his unquiet slumber. While she thus watched him, she could not but mark the insidious progress of disease; it startled her, as it had done when she first saw him on his return, in the convent.

The most anxious eye grows familiar with the face which is seen every day, till some chance circumstance awakens the alarmed observation. This was the case with Francesca, whose now terrified imagination exaggerated every symptom. She saw the one red spot on the cheek, contrasting with the transparent whiteness elsewhere, so delicate that the face seemed almost feminine. She wiped with a light yet trembling hand the dews that gathered heavily on the forehead; she laid her head close to his heart, to catch its quick