... the man who is right in this world is a sick man who is on an uncomfortable bed more or less, and sees around him a bed, well outside redone, floors, at: and we figure you should be fine. But if he is able to change, just hath been accommodated in the new begins, pressing, to feel the sting that a bone here, a bump there that the press, we are in cash, at a of, the story of the first. E for this, adds the anonymous, you should think more to do well, that well-being: and so you would also feel better. It pulled a bit 'with winches, and just from six hundred, but at the bottom right. Moreover, he continues, pain and deceit of the quality and strength to those we have recounted, they were not there more good for our people: it was, from that point on, a life of the quietest, the happiest, the most enviable, so that, if I had to tell you, I hate to death.
The Betrothed, chap. XXXVIII (epilogue)
Alessandro Manzoni, writer, poet and playwright Italian 
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