Before this table sat Father Mazzolin, his face buried in his hands.

Her step, light as it was, startled him; yet without rising, he murmured, "Benedicit." "Bueno dios, Padre." He motioned to her to kneel, and she did so, on the damp floor at his feet, drawing the scarf over her face, so as to conceal the features.
"Bless me, my Father, because I have sinned." He laid his hands on her bowed head, and muttered indistinctly a Latin phrase.

"I confess to Almighty God, to blessed Mary, ever Virgin, to blessed Michael the Archangel, to blessed John the Baptist, to the holy apostles Peter and Paul, and to all the saints, that I have sinned exceedingly in thought, word, and deed, through my most grievous fault.

Therefore I beseech the blessed Mary, ever Virgin, the blessed Michael the Archangel, the blessed John the Baptist, the holy apostles Peter and Paul, and all the saints, to pray to the Lord our God for me.
"Since my last confession, I accuse myself of many sins.

I have missed mass, vespers and many holy ordinances of our most holy church.