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Renzo travelled leisurely, because there was ample time for him

to arrive within a short distance of Milan, so as to enter it on

the morrow. His journey was without accident, except a repetition

of the same wretched scenes that the roads at that time

presented. As he had done the day before, he stopped in a grove

to make a slight repast, which the generosity of his friend had

bestowed on him. Passing through Monza, he saw loaves of bread

displayed in the window of a shop; he bought two of them, but the

shopkeeper called to him not to enter; stretching out a shovel,

on which was a small bowl of vinegar and water, he told him to

throw the money into it; then with a pair of tongs he reached the

bread to him, which Renzo put in his pocket.