It is the same now, _caro_.

I, who speak to you, have done much evil in my life, perhaps you also have done a little evil; perhaps you remember it.

Weep, weep, resting thus on the bosom of the Father who is calling you, who longs to pardon, who longs to forget it all.

Presently the priest will come, and you will tell him everything, all the evil you have done, just as you remember it, without anguish.

And then, do you know who will come to you in the great mystery?
Do you know, _caro_, what love, what pity, what joy, what life will come ?" Struggling in the shadow of death, his glassy eyes fixed on Benedetto, eyes which shone with an intense longing, and with the fear of being unable to express it, the poor young man who had misunderstood Benedetto's words, and thought he must confess to him, began telling him of his sins.