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"Yes, indeed. In my parish alone there were fifty marriages last

Sunday."

"Well, the world wo'n't end yet. And you, signora, has no

butterfly begun to fly around you?"

"No, no, I think not of it; I do not mean to think of it."

"Oh, yes, yes; would you be alone indeed? Agnes also, Agnes

also--"

"You have a mind to jest," said Agnes.

"To be sure I have; it is high time. We may hope that the few

days that remain to us will be less sad. As for me, poor old man!

there is no remedy for years, as they say, Senectus ipsa est

morbus."

"Oh, now," said Renzo, "you may speak Latin as much as you like;

I don't care about it now."

"You still quarrel with Latin, do you? Well, I will not forget

you. When you come before me with Lucy, to pronounce some little

words in Latin, I will say to you, You do not like Latin, go in

peace. Eh?"