Father Cardi knew very well what kind of confessor he was dealing with. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info he just whispered, "You haven't told me the story of what happened, my child." ”

"Father, the person to whom I had non-Christian thoughts is someone I should love and respect. ”

"Is someone related to you by blood?"

"It's more closely related than blood. ”

"What kind of relationship?"

"Like-minded relationships. ”

"What are you like-minded?"

"A great and sacred work. ”

There was a short pause.

"Is your resentment against this comrade, your jealousy of him, caused by the fact that he has achieved greater success in this work than you have?"

"I- yes, that's part of the reason. I was jealous of his experience—his talent. And - I thought - I was afraid that he would take the heart of the girl I loved from me. ”

"So this girl you love, is she a member of the Holy Sect?"

"No, she's a Protestant. ”

"A heretic?"

Arthur clasped his hands, very anxious. "Yes, a heretic. He repeated, "We grew up together, and our mothers were friends. I--envy of him, because I saw him and loved her, because-because-"

"My child," said Father Cardi, after a pause, in a slow and solemn voice, "you haven't told me everything yet. There is far more to your soul than just these things. ”

"Father, I—" He paused, and stopped.

"I am jealous of him, because our organization, the Italia al-Fiesta-I-, I am a member of-"

"Huh?"

"I assigned him a job that I had hoped to accept - a job that would have been given to me, because I was particularly suited to it. ”

"What job?"

"Books brought in - political books - taken from the ships that brought them in - and found a hiding place for them - in the city - "

"Has the party given this job to your rivals?"

"Handed over to Bora - I'm jealous of him. ”

"Didn't he have any reason for this affection? Don't you reproach him for being negligent in the task given to him?"

"No, Father. He is very brave at work and he is also very loyal. He was a true patriot and I should only love and respect him. ”

Father Cardi was lost in thought.

"My child, if a new ray of light is burning in your heart, a dream of accomplishing some great work for your fellow-man, a hope of lightening the burdens of the toiling masses, then take heed to the most precious bounty that God has bestowed upon you. All good things are His gifts, and only He will give new life. If you have discovered the path of sacrifice, if you have discovered the path to peace, if you have met your dearest and dearest comrades, and if you are ready to deliver those who weep and grieve in secret, then you must keep your soul free from jealousy and passion, and make your heart an altar where the flame burns forever. Remember that there is a noble and holy cause, and that the heart that receives it must be pure and free from any selfish distractions. This vocation is also the vocation of the clergy. It is not for the love of a woman, nor for the fleeting moment of children's affection, it is for the sake of God and the people, and it is unswerving. ”

"Ahh Hearing this oath, he almost burst into tears of emotion. "Father, you stand for our cause in the name of the Church! Christ is on our side—"

"My child," said the priest with a solemn expression, "Christ drove the money changers out of the temple because his holy place should be called a temple of prayer, but they turned it into a den of thieves. ”

After a long silence, Arthur whispered, "When they are driven out, Italy will become a temple of God—"

He stopped, and the soft voice rang out: "The Lord said, 'The earth and all the riches of the earth belong to me.'" ’”

That afternoon, Arthur felt the need to take a little longer. He handed over his luggage to a classmate and walked to Livorno.

It was very humid and the sky was full of dark clouds, but it was not cold. The endless plains seemed to him to be more beautiful than before. Arthur was delighted by the soft, wet grass under his feet and the shyly glances of the wildflowers that bloomed in the spring on the side of the road. On a clump of black locusts on the edge of a small grove of trees, a small bird is building a nest. As he walked by, the little bird chirped in fright, flapped its brown wings and hurried away.

Because it was the day before Good Friday, he tried to concentrate his thoughts and engage in devotional meditation. But he was so obliged to think of Montaniri and Jonmar that he had to abandon this pious contemplation, and let his mind wander to the wonders and glories of the coming uprising, and of the roles he had assigned to his two idols. The priest will be the leader, the apostle and the prophet, and under his wrath the forces of darkness will flee, and with his arms raised and shouting, the young people who defend freedom will review the old doctrines and will know the old truths from a new and unimagined perspective.

Oh, Jomma will be at the front. She was cast from the materials that made the heroine, she would be a perfect comrade, she was the kind of fearless woman that countless poets dreamed of. She would stand shoulder to shoulder with him, ecstatic in the raging storm of death. They will die together, perhaps at the moment of victory - and there will be no doubt that there will be victory. He would never reveal his love to her, for he feared that it would disturb her inner peace or destroy the comradeship of ordinary friends. To him, she was a holy thing, a flawless sacrifice who was offered to be incinerated on the altar for the salvation of the multitude. What is it that dares him to enter the holy land of pure heart that knows only love for God and Italy?

God and Italy - When he walked into the big, dreary dwelling in the "palace street," he suddenly fell from the clouds. Julia's butler met him on the stairs, and he was still so well-dressed, serene, and polite, but he didn't take people seriously.

"Good evening, Gippens. Is my brother at home?"

"Mr. Thomas is at home, sir. Mrs. Burton was also at home. They were all in the living room. ”