human
The most Reverend our Archbishop should send for that Santa Croce in procession, to bring it hither--for truly it can do anything! another woman cried eagerly. She crossed herself and bowed devoutly as she spoke.
gpt
For all the world knoweth that once, when it had been lost and the good pater would prove if he had really found it, he held it in the heart of the fire until it glowed like the very flame itself. But when he drew it forth, it was burned not at all--_Santissima Vergine!_--but wood as before--being too holy to burn. A miracle! And then----
human
I also know the miracle about Queen Alixe, another woman interposed, eager to show her knowledge of the marvel of the Relic,
gpt
Holy Mother! but it should be lonely in the great palace, a young peasant-mother confided to her nearest neighbor, as she shifted the baby to her other arm and arranged her wrappings tenderly, with hands that looked too rough for such loving ministration. She was thinking of her Gioan who would be waiting for her with a gruff greeting when she returned, but who was good to her, if he often scolded when the porridge was burned. But men were that way about women's work, and never knew that an angel would forget when the baby cried.