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'Come here' she said, drawing him back towards her. 'Come and let us talk. Meanwhile Manisty and Father Benecke were climbing the long hill, on the return from their walk. There had been no full confidence between these two. Manisty's pride would not allow it. There was too sharp humiliation at present in the thought of that assurance with which he had spoken to Benecke by the river-side.
Voices come to one, as Goethe would say, from the caves where dwell "Die Muetter" the creative generative forces of the country. He turned his flashing look on Benecke, pleased now as always with the mere task of speech.
Eleanor sprang up. 'Father Benecke! what have you been doing? Is is Mr. Manisty here? She clung to the loggia parapet for support. The priest looked at her pallor with alarm, with remorse, and spoke at once. 'He came to me last night. Their eyes met, as though in battle expressed a hundred questions a hundred answers. Then she broke the silence. 'Where is he? she said imperiously. Ah!
He chose, therefore, when they were alone, rather to talk to the priest of his own affairs, of his probable acceptance of the Old Catholic offers which had been made him. Benecke did not resent the perfunctory manner of his talk, the half-mind that he gave to it. The priest's shrewd humility made no claims.
His temperament was that of the ascetic and visionary religious. His intelligence had much the same acuteness and pliancy as that of another and more pronounced doubter a South German also, like Father Benecke, the author of the 'Leben Jesu. But his character was the joint product of his temperament and his habits, and was often difficult to reconcile with the quick play of his intelligence.
Certainly Father Benecke gave her no occasion to run. Since his recovery from the first shock and agitation of his suspension he had moved about the roads and tracks of Torre Amiata with the 'recollected' dignity of the pale and meditative recluse.
The Church does not allow any woman, even a 'religious, to wash the corporal and other linen which has been used in the Mass. There is a strain of thought implied in that prohibition which goes deep and far back to the dim dawn of human things. It influences the priest in a hundred ways; it affected even the tender and spiritual mind of Father Benecke.
Father Benecke neither smoked nor did he read French novels. Beyond the seat the path branched, upwards to the Palazzo, and downwards to the river. She rose and looked eagerly over its steep edge into the medley of rock and tree below. She saw nothing, but it seemed to her that in the distance she heard voices talking receding. They had left the seat only just in time to escape her. Mr.
But after the laugh, the face reappeared, hard and a little menacing, like a rock that has been masked by a wave. He watched Manisty for a moment silently. 'Where is he? said Manisty abruptly. 'Are you talking of Father Benecke'? said the Ambassador. 'I heard of him yesterday. He has gone into the country, but he gave me no address. He wished to be undisturbed.
So there was time a chance. Perhaps Father Benecke was taken by surprise too puzzled to know what to do with him? Should she write to the priest; or simply keep Eleanor indoors and watch? At thought of her, the girl lashed herself into an indignation, an anguish that sustained her. After devotion so boundless, service so measureless so lightly, meagrely repaid were Mrs.
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