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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Il vertice a cui l'arti Veneziane si spinsero col ministero del scalpello," "The very culminating point to which the Venetian arts attained by ministry of the chisel." To this culminating point, therefore, covered with dust and cobwebs, I attained, as I did to every tomb of importance in Venice, by the ministry of such ancient ladders as were to be found in the sacristan's keeping.
On my way to the Piazza, I stopped in the church of Saint Mary of the Lily, where, in company with one other sinner, I found a relish in the early sacristan's deliberate manner of lighting the candles on the altar. Saint Mary of the Lily has a facade in the taste of the declining Renaissance. The interior is in perfect keeping, and all is hideous, abominable, and abandoned.
Then three times "Domine, non sum dignus." I heard and saw with exquisite keenness, yet I was thinking, "If I do not get out of here he will have to say those words over me." He put the host in the parted mouth of the dying, and spoke "Corpus Domini nostri Jesu Christi custodiat animam tuam in vetam aeternam." I thought how easy it would be to strip the loose surplice over the sacristan's head.
He then gave the Abbot the outlines of the Sacristan's adventures in the homeward journey, and added, that for some time he was inclined to think his brain was infirm, seeing he had sung, laughed, and wept all in the same breath. "A wonderful thing it is to us," said the Abbot, "that Satan has been permitted to put forth his hand thus far on one of our sacred brethren!"
Plainly, the owner of the face was the sacristan's daughter; and, but for the expression I have described, she was a handsome girl enough. She brightened up considerably on seeing her father accompanied by an able-bodied stranger.
"We do read!" retorted Diana, taking up the cudgels for the maligned intermediates. "I've just read The Monastery, and that's all about a ghost called 'The White Lady of Avenel'. It's grand where she rides the sacristan's mule down the river and sings: 'Merrily swim we; the moon shines bright. Good luck to your fishing! Whom watch ye to-night?
'What do you mean? She started, and a quick flush rose to her cheeks, but subsided instantly, leaving her pale. 'It takes more than a mere sacristan's trick to make a real marriage, answered Don Alberto enigmatically. 'Do not be indignant, dearest lady! Let me speak. You were married in the sacristy of San Domenico at Ferrara. Do not be surprised that I know it.
"Why do you arrest him? What has he done?" The man from headquarters answered, shrugging his shoulders: "I don't know what he's done, he's charged with murder." "Murder!" echoed the sacristan's wife. "Holy angels! A murderer in my house!" "Take him," ordered the detective, and the two policemen laid hold of Kittredge on either side. "Alice!" cried the young man, and his eyes yearned toward her.
The maid followed with the luggage. Choulette, lodged, by Miss Bell's attention, in the house of a sacristan's widow, in the shadow of the cathedral of Fiesole, was not expected until dinner.
The band entered the shop kept by the sacristan's sisters and then came out quietly, without harming the seven women, who knelt on the doorstep praying. Next they went to the inn owned by the Hunchback of St. Nicholas.
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