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 "Well, well, you'll think of it to-night; but in the meantime do not be the first to harm yourself; to destroy your own health; eat a mouthful."

"I'll think of it," murmured Don Abbondio; "certainly I'll think of it. I must think of it;" and he arose, continuing—"No! I'll take nothing, nothing; I've something else to do. But, that this should have fallen upon me"

"Swallow at least this other little drop," said Perpetua, as she poured the wine. "You know it always restores your stomach."

"Oh! there wants other medicine than that, other medicine than that, other medicine than that"

So saying, he took the light, and muttering, "A pretty business this! To an honest man like me! And to-morrow, what is to be done?" with other like exclamations, he went towards his bedchamber. Having reached the door, he stopped a moment, and before he quitted the room, exclaimed, turning towards Perpetua, with his finger on his lips—"For the love of Heaven, be silent!" 



is related that the Prince of Condé slept soundly the night preceding the battle of Rocroi; but then, he was greatly fatigued, and moreover had made every arrangement for the morrow. It was not thus with Don Abbondio; he only knew the morrow would be a day of trouble, and consequently passed the night in anxious anticipation. He could not for a moment think of disregarding the menaces of the bravoes, and solemnising the marriage. To confide to Renzo the occurrence, and consult with him as to the means—God forbid!—He remembered the warning of the bravo, "not to say one word"—otherwise, ahem! and this dreadful ahem of the bravo resounded in the ears