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"Ah, it is not that Latin I dislike, pure and holy like that of

the mass; I speak of the Latin which falls on one as a traitor,

in the very midst of conversation. For example, now that we are

here, and all is past, the Latin you spoke there, in that corner,

to make me understand that you could not, and--I know not what.

Tell me now in language I can understand, will you?"

"Hush! you mischievous fellow, hush!" said Don Abbondio. "Do not

stir up old grievances: if we were to settle our accounts, I do

not know which of us would be in debt to the other. I have

forgiven you, but you also played me an ill turn. As for you, it

did not astonish me, because you are a good-for-nothing fellow;

but I speak of this silent-this little saint; one would have

thought it a sin to distrust her. But I know who advised her; I

know I do," added he, pointing to Agnes.