One of you run and get a carriage to the side door of the sacristy.

The rest of you put the things together and be careful to leave nothing where it can fall.

We will take him to Sor Marzio's house and get the best doctor." "There is not even a drop of holy water in the basins," moaned Maria Luisa.
"He will go to Heaven without holy water," sobbed Lucia.

"Oh, how good he was--" Gianbattista kneeled down in his turn and tried to find the pulse in the poor limp wrist.

Then he listened for the heart.