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feel uch ore pity for hi thanfor cailla, even though he supposed her dead leonela took her up her ars and d her on the bed, entreatg lothario to go est of one to attend to her wound secret, and at the sati askg his advice and opion as to what they should say toanselo about his lady&039;s wound if he should 插nce to return before ias healed he replied they ight say what they liked, for he wasnot a state to give advice that would be of any e; all he uldtell her was to try and stanch the blood, as he was gog where heshould never ore be seen; and with every appearance of deep grief andrrow he left the hoe; but when he found hiself alone, and wherethere was nobody to see hi, he crossed hiself unceasgly, lost wonder at the adroitness of cailla and the nsistent actg ofleonela he reflected how nvced anselo would be that he had asend portia for a wife, and he looked forward anxioly to etghi order to rejoice tother over falsehood and truth the ostcraftily veiled that uld be iad

leonela, as he told her, stanched her lady&039;s blood, which was noore than sufficed to support her deception; and washg the woundwith a little e 射 bound it up to the best of her skill, talkgall the ti 射 was tendg her a stra that, even if nothlse had been said before, would have been enough to assure anselothat he had cailla a odel of purity to leonela&039;s words caillaadded her own, callg herself wardly and wantg spirit, sce射 had not enough at the ti 射 had ost need of it to ridherself of the lif