The poor woman did not believe that so true: just arrived in safety, the first thing Fabrice was writing to General Fabio Conti letter perfectly polished and in a sense very ridiculous, he asked forgiveness of s be saved, alleging in excuse that he had been thought that some subordinate of the prison had been instructed to administer the poison. It mattered little what he wrote, Fabrice hoped Clelia’s eyes would see the letter, and his face was covered with tears while writing. He ended with a sentence very pleasant: he dared to say that, being free, he would often regret his little room in the Farnese Tower. This was the thought of its capital letter, he hoped Clelia would understand. In his humor writing, and always in the hope of being read by someone, Fabrice sent thanks to Don Cesare, the good chaplain who had lent him books on theology. A few days later, hired Fabrice the small bookseller Locarno to make the trip to Milan, where the bookseller, a friend of the famous bibliomaniac Reina, bought the most beautiful editions of books he could find on loan from Don Cesare. The good chaplain received these books and a beautiful letter telling him that in moments of impatience, perhaps pardonable in a poor prisoner had been charged the margins of his notebooks ridiculous. We begged him therefore to replace them in his library by the volumes that the deepest gratitude is allowed to submit.