I might have enjoyed myself in a very agreeable way in the midst of that charming family during my stay in Chiozza, but I suppose that it was my destiny to meet in that place with nothing but sorrows.

The young doctor forewarned me that the monk Corsini was a very worthless fellow, despised by everybody, and advised me to avoid him.

I thanked him for the information, but my thoughtlessness prevented me from profiting by it.

Of a very easy disposition, and too giddy to fear any snares, I was foolish enough to believe that the monk would, on the contrary, be the very man to throw plenty of amusement in my way.
On the third day the worthless dog took me to a house of ill-fame, where I might have gone without his introduction, and, in order to shew my mettle, I obliged a low creature whose ugliness ought to have been a sufficient antidote against any fleshly desire.

On leaving the place, he brought me for supper to an inn where we met four scoundrels of his own stamp.