Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 3, 2025
Will you not make the same promise to God as you have to me?" She asked if indeed she must, and he assured her it behoved her so to do. "Well, I will give this promise then," she declared. "Madame, this is very well. There is no going back on your word now." "I shall not go back on it, never fear." Having won this binding promise, Brother Jean Turelure left the place, radiant with satisfaction.
I promise you to govern my behaviour by this salutary thought." Brother Jean Turelure was far from expecting such pious words. He expressed some satisfaction. "So, madame," he murmured, "you see yourself the need of altering your ways. You promise me henceforth to govern your behaviour by the thought this fleshless skull hath brought home to you.
Taking him by the hand, she guided him back to the door, kissed him daintily on the eyes, and asked: "Sweetheart Philippe, is it not well done to follow the precepts of the good Brother Jean Turelure?" SATAN lay in his bed with the flaming curtains.
In a word, they were well ready to stake Madame Violante's virtue on the toss of a coin, cross or pile, which is greatly to the honour of that fair lady. The truth is her Confessor, Brother Jean Turelure, was for ever upbraiding her. "Think you, madame," he would ask her, "that the blessed St.
But Madame Violante preferred a quite other request: "Good Brother, dear Brother, as you are going to Venice, where such cunning workmen in this sort are to be found, I pray you bring me back a Venetian mirror, the clearest and truest can be gotten." Brother Jean Turelure promised to content her wish. While her Confessor was abroad, Madame Violante led the same life as before.
However, the good Brother Jean Turelure hath given me a profitable lesson. He hath taught me the preciousness of the hours. But now he showed me a death's-head, saying: 'Suchlike you will be soon. This taught me we must be quick to enjoy the pleasures of love and make the most of the little space of time reserved to us for that end."
Things were in this case when Brother Jean Turelure was called to Venice by the General of his Order, to preach to sundry Turks lately converted to the true Faith. Before setting forth, the good Brother went to take leave of his fair Penitent, and upbraided her with more than usual sternness for living a dissolute life.
On his return from Italy Brother Jean Turelure presented himself before Madame Violante and told her he had brought what she desired. "Look, madame," he said, and drew from under his gown a death's-head. "Here, madame, is your mirror. This death's-head was given me for that of the prettiest woman in all Venice. She was what you are, and you will be much like her anon."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking