But he could corroborate the fact with a clear conscience.
"It was indeed enough to anger a saint in Heaven! Seven more of the
wounded have succumbed to their injuries; three of them little
children. Ah, these deeds of violence and bloodshed, for which Nepenthe
was ever infamous! When will the peace of God descend upon our island?"
Mr. Parker had no idea when that might happen. He was not particularly
keen about the peace of God--he was keen about keeping his job. None the
less, he managed to move his head up and down, in a decidedly becoming
fashion.
"And now," concluded the parroco, "with your kind permission, I will
take my leave, to confer with the clergy if I can discover any of them,
as to what can be done towards forming a procession. I confess that the
more I think upon your idea, Signor Parker, the more I like it. If only
we can find a sufficient number to participate!"
"Have no fear of that. Only toll the bells. You will get your men. This
eruption is enough to make anybody religious.
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