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The cardinal, as he was quitting the room, still holding the

Unknown by the hand, perceived that the curate remained behind,

embarrassed and motionless, and thinking that perhaps he was

mortified at the little attention that was paid to him, compared

with that which was bestowed on one so criminal, he turned

towards him, stopped a moment, and with an amiable smile said,

"Signor Curate, you have always been with me in the house of our

Father; but this man perierat, et inventus est."

"Oh! how I rejoice at it!" said the curate, bowing to them both

very reverently.