I have sinned a great sin, but she does not know, and will never know it while I live, for you are a man of honour and will tell her nothing, and she has no eyes to see.

What am I to her?
I am a priest--no man.

I am like a woman friend, and as such she is fond of me.

No, I have sinned against Heaven, against myself, and her, and you.

Alas! who could help it?
She was like an angel in that Inferno, so kind, so sweet, so lovely, and the heart is evil." "Why do you say that you sinned against me, Francisco?
As to the rules of your Church, I have my own opinion of them.