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And, in the same way, Don Vigilio the assistant, having failed to bring the Holy Water basin and sprinkler, the Cardinal, as officiating priest, could merely make the gesture of blessing the room and the dying man, whilst pronouncing the words of the ritual: "/Asperges me, Domine, hyssopo, et mundabor; lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor."*
The Abbe then gave to Monseigneur the vessel of holy water and the asperges brush, and while he held open before him the ritual book, he threw the holy water upon the dying girl, as he read the Latin words, Asperges me, Domine, hyssopo et mundabor: lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor. The drops sprang forth in every direction, and the whole bed was refreshed by them as if sprinkled with dew.
Something broke in one's heart to see them, those splendid boys whose bodies might soon be torn to tatters by chunks of steel. One of them remembered a bit of Latin he had sung at Stonyhurst: "Asperges me, Domine, hyssopo, et mundabor; lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor."
And, in the same way, Don Vigilio the assistant, having failed to bring the Holy Water basin and sprinkler, the Cardinal, as officiating priest, could merely make the gesture of blessing the room and the dying man, whilst pronouncing the words of the ritual: "Asperges me, Domine, hyssopo, et mundabor; lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor."*
Gemma herself had trodden out the fire that consumed her, but who could dare say of the grey cold ashes, "These are altogether vile." "Tibi soli peccavi, et malum coram te feci: ut justificeris in sermonibus tuis et vincas cum judicaris." She had sinned, and she had been punished; she had suffered fear and shame. "Asperges me hyssopo et mundabor, lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor."
Still, he would have a better chance to live after I had squeezed his neck, than I should have if I did not squeeze it. The priest took out of a silver case a vessel of oil, and a branch. He sprinkled holy water with the branch, upon the bed, the walls, the sacristan and me, repeating, "Asperges me, Domine, hyssopo, et mundabor: lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor."
Nobody nobody in this world but me." "Oh yes, I have." "Who?" She smiled faintly at the fierceness of his brief question. "It's no one to whom you need feel any opposition, even though it's some one who can do for me what you cannot." "What I cannot?" "What you cannot; what no man can. Asperges me hyssopo, et mundabor. Thou shalt purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean.
And, in the same way, Don Vigilio the assistant, having failed to bring the Holy Water basin and sprinkler, the Cardinal, as officiating priest, could merely make the gesture of blessing the room and the dying man, whilst pronouncing the words of the ritual: "Asperges me, Domine, hyssopo, et mundabor; lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor."*
Assisted by two fathers in cowls, the prior, vested in a white alb, entered, and while the antiphon "Asperges me, Domine, hyssopo, et mundabor" was sung, all the monks in succession defiled before Father Maximin, standing on the steps, turning his back to the altar; and he sprinkled them with holy water, while they regained their stalls, each making the sign of the cross.
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