Yes," he continued, turning to Don Clemente, as if appealing to his authority, "this is the true foundation of human fraternity, and therefore those who love their fellow men and believe they are cold toward God are nearer the Kingdom than many who imagine they love God, but who do not love their fellow-men." The young priest who was standing, almost timidly, behind Selva, exclaimed, "Oh! yes, yes!" Selva bowed his head with a sigh.

The tall, dark figure leaning against the doorpost did not move, but the gaze fixed on Benedetto became inexpressibly intense, tender and sad.
Don Clemente again bent over the invalid, entreating him to pause a moment, and the sister also begged him to rest.

Neither Mayda nor any of the disciples spoke.

Benedetto drank a little water, thanked the sister, and began to speak once more: "Purify the faith for grown men, who cannot thrive on the food of infants.

This part of your work is for those who are outside the Church, whether they belong to her by name or not--for those with whom you will be constantly mingling.