human
You were surprised at Fra Lorenzo's appearance,--I think a little startled, too. He is gentle and good as an angel, and this is the first time he ever inspired fear in any one,--poor boy! He is my nephew, and I have had him with me ever since his infancy, when his parents died. I am his guardian, and have made him a priest and Benedictine as the best thing I could do for him, although his rank and talents would enable him to play a distinguished _rôle_ in the world. But, thanks be to God, he is a devout follower of Christ, and a most useful one. He is now twenty-five years of age; and I do not think we have a better decipherer of manuscripts in the Church than he, since he is conversant with most of the Oriental tongues, although so young. I sometimes fear God will visit me for bestowing too much affection upon the boy. I strive against it, but he remains the light of my eyes. If it be a sin, God forgive me.
gpt
You heretic, what are you doing here? Without waiting for an answer, he passed on, and another took his place, repeating the question. This was the beginning of a procession of all the monks who had ever been in the monastery. From time to time one particularly old and gaunt left the line and came and sat down by the bedside, until there were eight, four on each side of it. After a while Fra Lorenzo came walking with the others. He looked at her with his melancholy eyes and made a motion to stop, but the friar behind gave him a push and forced him forward. His low voice came to her as he was passing through the door:
human
I would sprinkle you with the holy water if I could, signora: but you see I must obey my superiors. Then the procession ended, and she was left alone with the eight, one of whom said to her,
gpt
Now you must go down to the crypt under the church, to be judged for your presumption.