I went from there up to Monte Pincio in a glorious sunshine, rejoiced to
see the trees again, and the people in their Sunday finery, and the
lovely women's faces, as well as at being able to talk to people once
more. It was all like new life in a new world. I met a good many
Scandinavians, who congratulated me, and a young savant, Giuseppe
Saredo, who, as professor of law, had been removed from Siena to Rome,
and with whom, at the house of dall'Ongaro at Florence, I had had some
delightful talks. We decided that we would keep in touch with one
another.
XLVIII.
It was only this one day, however, that happiness and the sun shone upon
me. On the morrow pains in my right leg, in which there was a vein
swollen, made me feel very unwell. So ignorant was the doctor that he
declared this to be of no importance, and gave me a little ointment with
which to rub my leg. But I grew worse from day to day, and after a very
short time my leg was like a lump of lead. I was stretched once more for
some months on a sick-bed, and this weakened me the more since very
heroic measures were used in the treatment of the complaint, a violent
attack of phlebitis. The leg was rubbed every day from the sole of the
foot to the hip with mercury ointment, which could not be without its
effect on my general health.
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