We exchanged high words; I called him an ignorant scoundrel, he styled me beggar.

I struck him a violent slap on the face, which he returned with a blow from his stick, but I quickly snatched it from him, and, leaving him, I hastened towards Macerata.

A carrier who was going to Tolentino took me with him for two paoli, and for six more I might have reached Foligno in a waggon, but unfortunately a wish for economy made me refuse the offer.

I felt well, and I thought I could easily walk as far as Valcimare, but I arrived there only after five hours of hard walking, and thoroughly beaten with fatigue.

I was strong and healthy, but a walk of five hours was more than I could bear, because in my infancy I had never gone a league on foot.