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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Good heavens, how beautiful it is!" said Colomba again, and she repeated three or four tiercets which she had remembered, speaking at first in an undertone; then, growing excited, she declaimed them aloud, with far more expression than her brother had put into his reading. Miss Lydia was very much astonished. "You seem very fond of poetry," she said.
These details were gathered from the same lady who acted as madrina to the Dominican nun Sister Maria Colomba; and when she and a friend obtained permission from the pope to penetrate the "enclosure," the nuns told her that it was twenty years since the same privilege had been granted.
Then drearily she returned to her place, and struggled yet more drearily to carry on a trivial conversation, to which nobody paid the slightest attention, and which was broken by long intervals of silence. All at once they heard a horse's gallop. "Ah! That must be my brother at last!" said Colomba, rising from her chair.
During the Pope's visit to Perugia an incident occurred which is not without importance to students of his character, and of the character left of him by his contemporaries and others. There lived in Perugia at this time a young nun of the Order of St. Dominic, who walked in the way of St. Catherine of Siena, Colomba da Rieti by name.
"But after all," said the wounded man, "why didn't she answer me? If she had sent me a single line, I should have been happy." By dint of pulling at Miss Nevil's hand, Colomba contrived at last to put it into her brother's. Then, moving suddenly aside, she burst out laughing. "Orso," she cried, "mind you don't speak evil of Miss Lydia she understands Corsican quite well."
Then Colomba retraced her steps, calling Miss Nevil at the top of her voice; but no answering cry was heard. After walking hither and thither for some time, trying to recover the path, she stumbled on two riflemen, who shouted, "Who goes there?" "Well, gentlemen," cried Colomba jeeringly, "here's a pretty racket! How many of you are killed?" "You were with the bandits!" said one of the soldiers.
All the while the two leaders of the ruling house, Guido and Ridolfo, were holding frequent interviews with Suor Colomba of Rieti, a Dominican nun of saintly reputation and miraculous powers, who under penalty of some great disaster ordered them to make peace naturally in vain.
But the colonel and Colomba, who neither of them cared much for archaeology, left them to themselves, and walked about in the neighbourhood. "My dear Colomba," said the colonel, "we shall never get back to Pisa in time for lunch. Aren't you hungry? There are Orso and his wife buried in their antiquities; when once they begin sketching together, it lasts forever!" "Yes," remarked Colomba.
It is too late, however, to save the life of Colomba, who has been mortally wounded in endeavouring to divert the soldiers from Orso's hiding-place. Mackenzie's music is exceedingly clever and effective. He uses guiding themes with judgment and skill, and his employment of some old Corsican melodies is also very happy.
Orso slipped two five-franc pieces into the bandit's hand. "It was Colomba who sent you the powder. This is to buy the shoes." "Nonsense, Lieutenant!" cried Brandolaccio, handing him back the two coins. "D'ye take me for a beggar? I accept bread and powder, but I won't have anything else!" "We are both old soldiers, so I thought we might have given each other a lift. Well, good-bye to you!"
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