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Updated: June 5, 2025
But no air came in from the narrow courtyard into which the window opened; though black with night, it seemed like a well of fire. Having offered to act as server, Pierre repeated the "Confiteor." Then, after responding with the "Misereatur" and the "Indulgentiam," the chaplain, who wore his alb, raised the pyx, saying, "Behold the Lamb of God, who taketh away the sins of the world."
"Confiteor," said Caderousse, putting the diamond on his little finger; "I was mistaken; but those thieves of jewellers imitate so well that it is no longer worth while to rob a jeweller's shop it is another branch of industry paralyzed." "Have you finished?" said Andrea, "do you want anything more? will you have my waistcoat or my hat? Make free, now you have begun."
I think over forty shots must have been fired, but I could not tell what side the shot came from that hit my husband. I called Father Fafard and he came over. He knelt down and asked my husband if he could say the "confiteor." My husband said "yes" and then repeated the prayer from end to end.
"What's that to me, sir?" said the priest, "what your brother Barney can do can you not read yourself?" "I can not, your Reverence," said Kelly, in a tone of regret. "I hope you have your Christian Doctrine, at all events," said the priest. "Go on with the Confiteor."
They said a 'Veni Creator' and a 'Salve Regina', and the doctor then rose and seated himself at a table, while the marquise, still on her knees, began a Confiteor and made her whole confession. At nine o'clock, Father Chavigny, who had brought Doctor Pirot in the morning, came in again. The marquise seemed annoyed, but still put a good face upon it.
A highly adorned little lady rushed into the confessional; she was brisk, rosy, fresh. Despite her expression of deep thoughtfulness, she spoke very quickly in a musical voice, and rattled through her Confiteor, regardless of the sense. "Father," she said, "I have one thing that is troubling me." "Speak, my child; you know that a confessor is a father." "Well, father but I really dare not."
There were some enormous trees, he hid himself behind the trunk of one of them, and sitting on the moss, turned over the leaves of his prayer-book, and read: "On arriving at the confessional, place yourself on your knees, make the sign of the cross, and ask the priest for his blessing, saying, 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned; then recite the Confiteor as far as mea culpa ... and ..."
I am a pastor; I take advantage of every occasion to gather in my sheep." A long silence followed. Then suddenly the priest said, in the tone of one officiating at the altar: "The mercy of God is infinite; repeat the 'Confiteor, my son. Perhaps you have forgotten it; I will help you.
"There is nothing which I have not understood. But I can say nothing, my poor friend! Pray pray for forgiveness. God will forgive you, for you have done evil only to yourself, and never anything but good to others." Don Teodoro in a hardly audible voice repeated the second half of the 'Confiteor' and remained on his knees a little while longer.
At last he made a desperate effort, stammered the beginning of the Confiteor, and said, "I have not confessed, since my childhood; since then I have led a shameful life, I have ..." The words would not come. The Trappist remained silent, and did not assist him at all. "I have committed every kind of debauch, I have done everything ... everything ..."
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