A fold of her heavy veil fell over her brow quite down to her
great dark eyes. They were unshaded, yet they too, seemed clouded for
the moment. "Her name is Lillia," said Mae, reassuringly to herself.
"Her name is Lillia. I am sure she is like her name." Bero smiled. Just
then Lisetta appeared.
CHAPTER XII.
Early the next morning, in the misty light, Lisetta and Mae, the latter
still in her contadina costume, left the house quietly. In an hour the
train for Naples was to start, but Lisetta wanted to say her prayers in
Rome on this Ash Wednesday. They wandered into a little church, one of
the many Roman churches, and knelt side by side, Lisetta with her beads
and her penance, and Mae with her thoughts, which grew dreary enough
before the peasant was ready to go. Mae had already entrusted her money
to Lisetta's keeping--some one hundred and fifty dollars, which she
had gotten the day before from Albert to buy clothes with--and with her
money she had also resigned all care.
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