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Sabatini, Rafael, 1875-1950

"The Strolling Saint; being the confessions of the high and mighty Agostino D'Anguissola, tyrant of Mondolfo and Lord of Carmina in the state of Piacenza"


"I know now," she breathed.
"What do you know?" My voice was tense with excitement.
"What was your vision?" she rejoined.
"Have I not told you? There appeared to me one who called me back to the
world; who assured me that there I should best serve God; who filled me
with the conviction that she needed me. She addressed me by name, and
spoke of a place of which I had never heard until that hour, but which
to-day I know."
"And you? And you?" she asked. "What answer did you make?"
"I called her by name, although until that hour I did not know it."
She bowed her head. Emotion set her all a-tremble.
"It is what I have so often wondered," she confessed, scarce above a
whisper. "And it is true--as true as it is strange!"
"True?" I echoed. "It was the only true miracle in that place of false
ones, and it was so clear a call of destiny that it decided me to return to
the world which I had abandoned. And yet I have since wondered why. Here
there seems to be no place for me any more than there was yonder. I am
devout again with a worldly devotion now, yet with a devotion that must be
Heaven-inspired, so pure and sweet it is. It has shut out from me all the
foulness of that past; and yet I am unworthy. And that is why I cry to you
to set me some penance ere I can make my prayer.


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