"It must be painful to leave a town where one has been for twenty years and which he knows as well as the clothes he wears.

I certainly was sorry to leave Kamiling and that after I had been there only a few months.

But my superiors did it for the good of the Orders for my own good." Fray Damaso, for the first time that evening, seemed to be very thoughtful.

Suddenly he brought his fist down on the arm of his chair and with a heavy breath exclaimed: "Either Religion is a fact or it is not! That is, either the curates are free or they are not! The country is going to ruin, it is lost!" And again he struck the arm of his chair.
Everybody in the sala turned toward the group with astonished looks.

The Dominican raised his head to stare at the Franciscan from under his glasses.