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The portress, who from necessity went much abroad, heard all the

news, and related them to her guests. "They have put several in

prison," said she; "some were taken before the bakers of the

Crutches, others in front of the house inhabited by the

superintendant of provision--But listen to this; there was one

who escaped, who was from Lecco, or thereabouts. I don't know his

name, but I will ascertain it from some one; perhaps you may know

him."

This intelligence, joined to the circumstance that Renzo must

have arrived in Milan precisely on this fatal day, gave some

uneasiness to Lucy and her mother; judge what must have been

their feelings, when the portress came again to tell them, "He

that fled to avoid hanging is from your village, a silk weaver,

one Tramaglino. Do you know him?"