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Yazar: Alessandro Manzoni

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He passed through a thicket of plum-trees and oaks, and found
himself on the borders of a wood; he conquered his repugnance to
enter it, but as he proceeded into its depths, every object
excited his apprehensions. Strange forms appeared beneath the
bushes; and the shade of the trees, trembling on his moon-lit
path, with the crackling of the dead leaves between his
footsteps, inspired him with dread. He would have hastened
through the perilous passage, but his limbs refused their office;
the wind blew cold and sharp, and penetrating his weakened frame,
almost subdued its small remains of vigour. His senses, affected
by undefined horrors, appeared to be leaving him; aroused to his
danger, he made a violent effort to regain some degree of
resolution, in order to return through the wood, and seek shelter
in the last village he had passed through, even if it should be
in an inn!

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