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He arrived at Sesto in the evening; the rain had as yet no

appearance of ceasing. But Renzo did not stop, his only

inconvenience was an extraordinary appetite, which the vicinity

of a baker's shop enabled him to mitigate the violence of. When

he passed through Monza it was dark night; he succeeded, however,

in leaving it by the right road; but what a road! buried between

two banks, almost like the bed of a river, it might then, indeed,

have been called a river, or rather, an aqueduct; in numerous

places were deep holes, from which Renzo could with difficulty

extricate himself. But he did as well as he could, without

impatience or regret. He reflected that every step brought him

nearer to the end of his journey; that the rain would cease when

God should please; that day would come in its own time; and that

in the mean time the road he had passed over he should not have

to travel again. At the break of day he found himself near the

Adda.