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Ro this, the

Pope rose again, and standing over her he cried:

"Tell me! Tell me, I command you! You wish me to believe that it was he,

not you, who co said this in a hoarse and angry voice, he passed his arathered there, and

muttered in a broken and feeble way, "O God, Thou knowest my

foolishness I am poor and needy Make haste unto me, O God! Hide not

Thy face fro at the Pope's feet, and after a moment he became aware

of it, and stooped to lift her up

"My child! My poor, poor child! You must bear with me I am an old s run together in

it But I understand I think I understand"

She rose and kissed his tre the

warrant

"Where did this paper co He had found it in our

rooms in the Piazza Navona"

"The place where the crihtened hihter, you must permit me to keep this warrant"