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Tonia Perez, the girl who loved the Cisco Kid, was half Carmen, half Madonna, and the rest oh, yes, a woman who is half Carmen and half Madonna can always be something more the rest, let us say, was humming-bird. She lived in a grass-roofed /jacal/ near a little Mexican settlement at the Lone Wolf Crossing of the Frio.
In one of these, which is beside the principal chapel, is an Annunciation in fresco, made with very great diligence, and on a wall beside it is the Madonna ascending the steps of the Temple, accompanied by Joachim and Anna. In the other chapel is a Christ Crucified, with the Madonna and S. John, who are bewailing Him, and a S. Bernard kneeling, who is adoring Him.
"Then came the Reformation. Down went the worship of the Mother. And there was man still saddled to his repose-destroyer. What did he do then?" "Ah, the rascal," Terrence grinned. "He said: 'I will make of you a dream and an illusion. And he did. The Madonna was his heavenly woman, his highest conception of woman.
He must have been very self-supporting, and Madonna Laura must indeed have been much to him. The aridity of the hills that shut in the valley is complete, and the whole impression is best conveyed by that very expressive French epithet morne. The Sorgues, beneath me, reaching the plain, flung itself crookedly across the meadows like an unrolled blue ribbon.
As for Monsignor Guerra, he was to pay Olympio a thousand piastres, half the stipulated sum; Marzio acting out of pure love for Beatrice, whom he worshipped as a Madonna; which observing, the girl gave him a handsome scarlet mantle, trimmed with gold lace, telling him to wear it for love of her.
"Carmelo is quite well he is in private service. He told me to meet you and sent you his salutes and apologies for not coming himself; he will call on you this evening." "At the Albergo Belvedere?" "No, excuse me, the Belvedere is closed; he told me to take you to the Albergo della Madonna, unless you wish to go anywhere else."
One evening lately, near the same Florence, in the soft twilight, I took a stroll among those encircling hills on which the massive villas are mingled with the vaporous olives. Presently I arrived where three roads met at a wayside shrine, in which, before some pious daub of an old-time Madonna, a little votive lamp glimmered through the evening air.
And Hermione heard in it the voice of the Bambino, the Christ-child, to whose manger-cradle the shepherds followed the star, and the voice of the Madonna, Maria stella del mare, whom the peasants love in Sicily as the child loves its mother.
"Let us pray all together to the Madonna that you be not sorry for this. She has done nothing, padron nothing at all. He alone is wicked by Diana the Mighty I swear it and it was I who put him in the cupboard, and therefore know what I am saying. She a lamb of our Saviour's flock! Madness! Are you jealous of a boy without a beard?
She was a widow before she was a mother; may the Madonna comfort her. My mamma spoke just like that, Signorina. And then she cried for a long time. But when Patrigno came in she stopped crying at once." "Did she? Why was that?" "I don't know, Signorina." Vere was silent for a moment. Then she said: "Is your Patrigno kind to you, Ruffo?" The boy looked at her, then swiftly looked away.
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