Death Comes for the Archbishop — Vocabulary
Willa Cather
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He is a parish priest, on the shores of Lake Ontario, in my diocese.†35 more

Consequently he slept late the next morning—did not awaken until six o'clock, when he heard the Angelus ringing.5 more

He himself was eager to have the Cathedral begun; but whether it was Midi Romanesque or Ohio German in style, seemed to him of little consequence.†5 more

He came to us directly from the Seminary.†17 more

But bring their children to be baptized, they would not.†17 more

The woman was known to St. Vrain, moreover, who confirmed her statement that she was born Magdalena Valdez, at Los Ranchos de Taos, and that she was twenty-four years old.†6 more

Your Eminence, I beg you to follow me.†6 more

He will be called upon for every sacrifice, quite possibly for martyrdom.†8 more

When he left Denver, he told his congregation there that he was going to the Mexicans to beg for money.†5 more

He cultivated his peach trees, and watched over his garden like a little kingdom, never allowing the native women to grow slack in the water-supply.†4 more

Riding on, they presently drew rein under the Enchanted Mesa, and Jacinto told him that on this, too, there had once been a village, but the stairway which had been the only access to it was broken off by a great storm many centuries ago, and its people had perished up there from hunger.†3 more

While they were pacing up and down, arm-in-arm, they heard a hollow sound; the diligence rumbling down the mountain gorge.†3 more

They all disappeared when Manuel Lujon walked out of the great house, hat in hand, smiling and hospitable.†5 more

On Saturday, December 9th, in the year 1531, a poor neophyte of the monastery of St. James was hurrying down Tapeyac hill to attend Mass in the City of Mexico.†5 more

When he joined Father Vaillant at coffee, that impetuous man who could never keep a secret asked him anxiously whether he had heard anything.†2 more

Trying to make my bell out an infidel?†4 more

Under his closeclipped hair this repellent head showed a number of thick ridges, as if the skull joinings were overgrown by layers of superfluous bone.†1 more

Celibacy may be all very well for the French clergy, but not for ours.†3 more

Bernard was handsome in person and of unusual mentality, had in himself the fineness to reverence all that was fine in his venerable Superior.†1 more

There was certainly nothing in his outer case to suggest the fierceness and fortitude and fire of the man, and yet even the thickblooded Mexican half-breeds knew his quality at once.†2 more