In silence she stretched out her hands that Noemi might feel how cold they were, and smiled.

In the sea of clouds rushing towards the hills the pale eye of the sun appeared; the sun, too, was curious.
* * * * * Don Clemente said Mass at about seven o'clock, spoke with the Abbot, and then went to the Ospizio where pilgrims were sheltered.

He found Benedetto asleep, his arms crossed upon his breast, his lips slightly parted, his face reflecting an inward vision of beatitude.

Don Clemente stroked his hair, calling him softly.

The young man started, raised his head with a dazed look, and, springing out of bed, grasped and kissed Don Clemente's hand.