Could the Madonna, who was so maternal, desire the woe of lovers?
She was a widow before she was a mother; may the Madonna comfort her.'
Some Madonna, they'll say; the very picture of the mother of God herself!
Arrived there, Madonna Paola took affairs into her own hands.
"My quarrel is with their looks, Madonna, not their garments," I answered patiently.
"Madonna, you are in error," I informed her, speaking slowly.
Then Madonna Paola spoke, and there seemed a reproachful wonder in her voice.
She turned to him again, and to the appeal she made was joined that of Madonna Lucrezia.
Has he, perchance, become a man since Madonna Lucrezia divorced him?
"Madonna, you are over-cruel," I cried out, wounded to the very soul of me.