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As night was not far distant, the capuchin offered the young man

a shelter in his humble abode: "I cannot bear you company," said

he, "but you can at least repose yourself, in order to be able to

prosecute your journey."

Renzo, however, felt impatient to be gone; as to the hour or the

weather it might be said that, night or day, rain or shine, heat

or cold, were equally indifferent to him; the friar pressed his

hand as he departed, saying, "If you find, which may God grant!

the good Agnes, remember me to her; tell her, as well as all

those who remember Friar Christopher, to pray for me."

"Oh, dear father, shall we never meet again?"

"Above, I hope. Farewell, farewell!"

CHAPTER XXXVI.