After sunset, it grew a little more distinct.
"On the left of that last shrine," asked the sculptor, as they rode, under the moon, "did you observe the figure of a woman kneeling, with her, face hidden in her hands ?" "I never looked that way," replied Donatello.

"I was saying my own prayer.

It was some penitent, perchance.

May the Blessed Virgin be the more gracious to the poor soul, because she is a woman.".