O Enrico, you will always find your sister with her arms wide open. Yes, dear Enrico; and you must forgive me for the reproof that I am administering to you now. I shall never recall any wrong of yours; and if you should give me other sorrows, what matters it? You will always be my brother, the same brother; I shall never recall you otherwise than as having held you in my arms when a baby, of having loved our father and mother with you, of having watched you grow up, of having been for years your most faithful companion. But do you write me a kind word in this same copy-book, and I will come for it and read it before the evening. In the meanwhile, to show you that I am not angry with you, and perceiving that you are weary, I have copied for you the monthly story, _Blood of Romagna_, which you were to have copied for the little sick mason. Look in the left drawer of your table; I have been writing all night, while you were asleep. Write me a kind word, Enrico, I beseech you.

安利柯！你姊姊无论在什么时候总是张开了两臂等着你来的！安利柯！我以前叱贵你，请你恕我！你的不好，我早已都忘记了。你无论怎样地使我受苦，有什么呢！无论如何，你总是我的弟弟！我只记得你小的时候，我抚抱过你，与你一同爱过父亲母亲，眼看你渐渐成长，长期间地和你做过伴侣：除此以外，我什么都忘了！所以，请你在这本子上也写些亲切的话给我，我晚上再到这里来看呢。还有，你所要写的那《洛马格那的血》，我已替你誊请了。你好像已经疲劳了！请你抽开你那抽屉来看吧！这是乘你睡熟的时候，我熬了一个通夜写成的。写些亲切的话给我！安利柯！我希望你！

THY SISTER SILVIA.

姊姊雷尔维。

I am not worthy to kiss your hands.--ENRICO.

我没有吻姊姊的手的资格！——安利柯