If I liked, he would look in with a paper each evening--till fever prevented him.

When I accepted this suggestion, he smiled encouragingly, cried "_Speriamo_!" and clumped out of the room.
I had as little sleep as on the night before, but my suffering was mitigated in a very strange way.

After I had put out the candle, I tormented myself for a long time with the thought that I should never see La Colonna.

As soon as I could rise from bed, I must flee Cotrone, and think myself fortunate in escaping alive; but to turn my back on the Lacinian promontory, leaving the cape unvisited, the ruin of the temple unseen, seemed to me a miserable necessity which I should lament as long as I lived.

I felt as one involved in a moral disaster; working in spite of reason, my brain regarded the matter from many points of view, and found no shadow of solace.