The humour of Italy; . reached the door, and kept knocking, cryingout, Open! open! dont make a noise! Lucia calledRenzo in a feeble voice, and said supplicatingly, Let usgo ! do let us go ! Tonio was down on his hands andknees, feeling about the floor to find his receipt, whileGervaso jumped about and yelled like one possessed, tryingto get out by the door leading to the stairs. In the midst of this confusion we cannot refrain from amomentary reflection. Renzo, raising a noise by night inanother mans house, which he had surreptitiously entered,and keeping its owner besieged in an inner room, h
The humour of Italy; . reached the door, and kept knocking, cryingout, Open! open! dont make a noise! Lucia calledRenzo in a feeble voice, and said supplicatingly, Let usgo ! do let us go ! Tonio was down on his hands andknees, feeling about the floor to find his receipt, whileGervaso jumped about and yelled like one possessed, tryingto get out by the door leading to the stairs. In the midst of this confusion we cannot refrain from amomentary reflection. Renzo, raising a noise by night inanother mans house, which he had surreptitiously entered,and keeping its owner besieged in an inner room, has everyappearance of being an oppressor,—yet, after all, when youcome to look at it, he was the oppressed. Don Abbondio,surprised, put to flight, frightened out of his wits whilequietly attending to his own business, would seem to be thevictim ; and yet in reality, it was he who did the wrong. Sogoes the world, as it often happens; at least, so it used togo in the seventeenth century. A. Manzoni. 90 ITALIAN OUR CHILDREN. what
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