Ithink you might say a word of thanks to me for
having had justicedone at last.
Very distressing, no doubt; but it was notyour
doing. You have a bee in your bonnetabout The Maid.
You wicked girl: if your counsel were of God would
He notdeliver you?
Bread has no sorrow for me, and water
noaffliction.
Were not the sufferings of our Lord Christ enough
foryou?
Why, the silliest thing you ever heard of. They
have all gone to see theburning: even that child.
She did not understand a word we were saying. The
walls are hung from ceiling to floor with painted curtainswhich stir at times in the
draughts. Imust return to Rome for fresh instructions. However,if you will answer
for that I will swear for the rest.
I have been adifferent man ever since, though a
little astray in my witssometimes. I who am of the dead, testified that day that
youwere innocent.
The day off was dullat first, like a wet
Sunday.
I bid you remember thatI am a saint, and that
saints can work miracles.
AndI ask you, what king of France has done better,
or been a betterfellow in his little way? I am wellconnected, you see; and they
indulge me.
There was no use in both of usbeing burned, was
there? Your dead body did not feel the spade and the sewer as mylive body felt the
fire.
They have led you straight to yourexcommunication,
and to the stake which is there waiting for you.
Whatluck have you had since you burned me? Did I
make a man of thee after all, Charlie? Must then a Christ perish in torment in every
age to savethose that have no imagination?
When I hadto snatch the cross from her sight, she
looked up to heaven. They were as honest a lot of poor fools as everburned their
betters.