"Padre, we do not ask for a miracle, the miracle is already performed.

The woman was healed when she touched the man's dwelling, and we say to you that the man is saintly, and that if there are those in Jenne who speak differently, they are worthy to burn in the very bottom of hell! _Padre_, we kiss your hands, but we say this." "There is another to be healed, another to be healed!" ten, twenty voices cried.

"Let the Saint come!" Among the students forming the rear-guard voices shouted: "Bring the Saint forward! Let the Saint speak!" "What actions are these ?" the old man exclaimed, turning round with the indignation of the popular orator who finds himself deposed.

"What actions are these ?" A rumble of angry voices drowned his words, and the students continued to shout louder than ever: "The Saint! Let the Saint speak! Away with the priest! Away with him!" The women turned threateningly: "Away with you, yourselves! Away with you!" Up above, among the hovels perched on the hillside, the plumes of the _carabinieri_ appeared.

Then Benedetto rose, and came out into the open.
As soon as the people perceived him, they greeted him with a great, joyous clamour.