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Updated: June 14, 2025
"But I was about to tell you that the police have become acquainted with the fact, that this Padre Fabiano, who is a Venetian, was formerly very closely connected in some way with the family of Paolina Foscarelli. It seems very probable that he was, in fact, her father.
Paolina Foscarelli, daughter of Jacopo and Paolina, I Fabiano " "Look, padre min!" cried Paolina, suddenly and sharply, turning very pale, and grasping the parapet rung of the scaffolding as she spoke, "look! in the bagarino there on the road, just passing the church; certainly that must be the Signor Marchese Ludovico!
Fabiano said that it would take a long time to get a wire to Brindisi, where we had heard were several ships of the English fleet, very bored and craving for something to do; we had hoped to get into communication with them. Then Jan had a brain wave. "Is not the wind good for Durazzo?" asked he. "Splendid," said Fabiano, "and no submarines to-day." "Could we not get a fishing boat?"
And at the south-western corner of the building, just where the sun-ray from the south-west made a sharp line against the black shadow cast by the western front of the building, an old Franciscan was sitting; not Father Fabiano, but his sole companion, Friar Simone, the lay-brother.
But presently Fabiano turned to the right, and they came into a street leading up the hill, and stopped almost immediately before a tall house. "Antonio and Maddalena live here, Signora." "And Ruffo," she said, as if correcting him. "Ruffo! Si, Signora, of course." Hermione looked at the house.
Hermione hesitated. Should she go up alone? "Please show me the way," she said, deciding. Fabiano preceded her up a dirty stone staircase, dark and full of noises, till they came to the third floor. "It is here, Signora!" He knocked loudly on a door. It was opened very quickly, as if by some one who was on the watch, expectant of an arrival. "Chi e?" cried a female voice.
Pity it is so slow about it!" muttered the lay- brother, returning to his seat in the sunshine. "But I suppose that Father Fabiano is not so ill but that we can speak with him? It is important that we should do so," said the Commissary, eyeing the friar with a suspicious glance.
Perhaps he had known passions stormy enough in the long long past, and had experience of the harvest of evils which might be expected to be produced by them. Report said, that when Father Fabiano had been sent by his superiors to occupy the miserable and forlorn sentinel's post at the church- door of St.
"The padre's mind seems to have been very painfully affected by the sight of the body of the woman, who was murdered in the forest, as it was being carried back to the city. Did you see it too?" asked the lawyer, observing the friar narrowly, as he spoke. "Si, Signor, I saw it too, and a piteous sight it was. Father Fabiano and I were both out here on the piazza when the body was carried past.
Without saying anything Maddalena moved her broad body from the doorway, leaving enough space for Hermione to enter. "Thank you," said Hermione to Fabiano, giving him a couple of lire. "Grazie, Signora. I will wait down-stairs to take you back." He went off before she had time to tell him that was not necessary. Hermione walked into Ruffo's home. There were two rooms, one opening into the other.
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