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His lifeless voice propounded : Our excellent Father Antonio , in his devotion ,
dines by the bedside of our beloved Carlos . ” He sighed . The heavy carvings of
his chair rose upright at his back ; he sat with his head leaning forward over his ...
Leaning my back against the balustrade , I saw the black figure of the Father
Antonio , muttering over his breviary , enter the space of the light . He crossed
himself , and stopped with a friendly , “ You are taking the air , my son . The night
There were days when his courage seemed to drive the grim presence out of the
chamber , where Father Antonio with his breviary , and the white coif of the nun ,
seemed the only reminders of illness and mortality . Sometimes his voice was ...
It was impossible to know what were the testamentary dispositions ; Father
Antonio , who had learned many things in the confessional , could tell us nothing
, but , when the matter was mentioned , only rolled his eyes up to heaven in an ...
I insisted ; while Father Antonio , from whom Carlos had , of course , no secrets ,
stood by the bed , his round , jolly face almost comical in its expression of
compassionate concern . Carlos passed his thin , wasted hand over a white brow
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“And on this ghostly sigh, on this breath, with the feeble click of beads in the nun’s hands, a silence fell upon the room, vast as the stillness of a world of unknown faiths, loves, beliefs, of ... Read full review