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Updated: June 19, 2025
"And how, this evening, is Madamigella Ruth?" So he had seen her this evening, binding his corn. "I am quite well, padrone," she said, smiling shyly. The two old ladies looked on amazed, for of course they were not in the secret. "Signor Graziano, Miss Goneril Hamelyn," said Miss Prunty, rather severely. Goneril felt that the time was come for silence and good manners.
We should be very unhappy if we could not respect you, not trust you as we have done; and how could we, if we knew you were not true to yourself in being what you are?" "Madamigella," said the priest, "I never dared believe that I was in the smallest thing necessary to your happiness. Is it true, then, that you care for my being rather this than that?
"You haven't even told me, whether you're thinking that she's just as beautiful as all the other people say she is," said the girl and tried to pout at her ungrateful, uncommunicative friend. "As beautiful as an angel or a devil," he mumbled through his teeth. "I thank you, Madamigella, for enabling me to see her.
No, it isn't my idea of madamigella. It seems to me that her likeness must be sketched in color. Those lines are true, but they need color to subdue them; they go too far, they are more than true." "You're quite right, Don Ippolito," said Ferris. "Then you don't think she always has this proud look?" pursued Mrs. Vervain.
He went on with priestly smoothness, and a touch of something like invoked authority, such as a man might show who could dispense indulgences and inflict penances. "No one could help seeing her devotedness to you, and I have admired from the first an obedience and tenderness that I have never known equaled. In all her relations to you, madamigella has seemed to me" Florida started forward.
"Yes, yes!" piteously explained the girl, "but you were a priest to me!" "That is true, madamigella. I was always a priest to you; and now I see that I never could be otherwise. Ah, the wrong began many years before we met. I was trying to blame you a little" "Blame me, blame me; do!" "but there is no blame. Think that it was another way of asking your forgiveness.... O my God, my God, my God!"
"If I am a man, and the time should ever come that a face, a look, a voice, shall be to me what they are to other men, will she remember it against me that I have been a priest, when I tell her say to her, madamigella how dear she is to me, offer her my life's devotion, ask her to be my wife?"...
I thought you would like this dress, but it seems that you think it a masquerade. As madamigella says, it is a relief to lay aside the uniform, now and then, for us who fight the spiritual enemies as well as for the other soldiers.
"But she has the best heart in the world. In fact," he burst forth, "she is the most extraordinary combination of perfect fool and perfect lady I ever saw." "Excuse me; I don't understand," blankly faltered Don Ippolito. "No; and I'm afraid I couldn't explain to you," answered Ferris. There was a silence for a time, broken at last by Don Ippolito, who asked, "Why do you not marry madamigella?"
"But haven't you thought of any hope for yourself? Must you still go on as before? How can you go back now to those things, and pretend to think them holy, and all the time have no heart or faith in them? It's terrible!" "What would you, madamigella?" demanded Don Ippolito, with a moody shrug. "It is my profession, my trade, you know.
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