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"
Of
a
love
as
pure
as
that
I
bear
my
God
,
Vittorio
.
It
does
the
book
nothing
but
honor
.
"
"
That
I
deduced
,
because
I
know
you
.
But
the
love
,
does
it
endanger
your
love
for
the
Church
?
"
"
No
.
It
was
for
the
Church
I
forsook
her
,
that
I
always
will
forsake
her
.
I
've
gone
so
far
beyond
her
,
and
I
can
never
go
back
again
.
"
"
So
at
last
I
understand
the
sadness
!
Dear
Ralph
,
it
is
not
as
bad
as
you
think
,
truly
it
is
not
.
You
will
live
to
do
great
good
for
many
people
,
you
will
be
loved
by
many
people
.
And
she
,
having
the
love
which
is
contained
in
such
an
old
,
fragrant
memory
as
this
,
will
never
want
.
Because
you
kept
the
love
alongside
the
rose
.
"
"
I
do
n't
think
she
understands
at
all
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
.
If
you
have
loved
her
thus
,
then
she
is
woman
enough
to
understand
.
Otherwise
you
would
have
forgotten
her
,
and
abandoned
this
relic
long
since
.
"
"
There
have
been
times
when
only
hours
on
my
knees
have
stopped
me
from
leaving
my
post
,
going
to
her
.
"
The
Archbishop
eased
himself
out
of
his
chair
and
came
to
kneel
beside
his
friend
,
this
beautiful
man
whom
he
loved
as
he
had
loved
few
things
other
than
his
God
and
his
Church
,
which
to
him
were
indivisible
.
"
You
will
not
leave
,
Ralph
,
and
you
know
it
well
.
You
belong
to
the
Church
,
you
always
have
and
you
always
will
.
The
vocation
for
you
is
a
true
one
.
We
shall
pray
now
,
and
I
shall
add
the
Rose
to
my
prayers
for
the
rest
of
my
life
.
Our
Dear
Lord
sends
us
many
griefs
and
much
pain
during
our
progress
to
eternal
life
.
We
must
learn
to
bear
it
,
I
as
much
as
you
.
"
