Chapter 22
MY sleep was troubled, and when I woke the next morning the sun had only just risen. It was Saturday, the 14th of April 1488. I went to my window and saw a cloudless sky, brilliantly yellow over in the east, and elsewhere liquid and white, hardening gradually into blue. The rays came dancing into my room, and in them incessantly whirled countless atoms of dust. Through the open window blew the spring wind, laden with the scents of the country, the blossoms of the fruit trees, the primroses and violets. I had never felt so young and strong and healthy. What could one not do on such a day as this! I went into Matteo's room, and found him sleeping as calmly as if this were an ordinary day like any other. 'Rise, thou sluggard!' I cried. In a few minutes we were both ready, and we went to C
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