I approached the bed; he laid one hand on my shoulder and said:--

"Good, my boy. You have done well to come and see your poor teacher. I

am reduced to a sad state, as you see, my dear Enrico. And how fares the

school? How are your comrades getting along? All well, eh? Even without

me? You do very well without your old master, do you not?"

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