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yhorse,riddenoffwithallpossiblehaste.IhadsupposedthatafewmonthswouldcalmtheangryVitelli,butthemonthshadlengthenedoutintoyears,andhisdeathhadcomebeforehisforgiveness.ButnowIreallywasback,andIdidnotmeantogoawaymytravelshadtaughtmecaution,andmyintriguesatForligivenmeenoughexcitementforsometime.Besides,Iwasgoingtomarryandrearafamilyfor,asifFortunecouldnotgivescantily,Ihadgainedaloveaswellasahome,andeverythingIwishedwasgranted.
Mymeditationswereinterrupted.
'CorpodiBacco!'
ItwasMatteo,andinamomentIwasinhisarms.
'Iwasjustaskingmyselfwhatthatfoolwasstaringatthishousefor,andthinkingoftellinghimitwasimpolitetostare,whenIrecognisedthehouse'sowner.'
Ilaughed,andshookhishandagain.
'WellFilippo,Iamsureweshallbeverypleasedtoofferyouhospitality.'
'Youaremostkind.'
'Wehaveannexedthewholepl
