Many years ago, the Pope, when he was still just a priest, had fallen in love with a young nun.

If you only knew what this young nun was suffering!

The younger nun walked a little way up the road to the next bend and stood there.

When a young nun invites them to stay for evening mass they decline.

One day, he was visited by a young nun who lived nearby.

It seemed to Port that she was much more like a young nun than a cafe dancer.

Two or three young nuns were arranging flowers before the holy images.

The six dancers might be young nuns, eyes burning, but one of them is a man.

The young nun had been murdered during the theft of the object.

At last the prioress called out again, and the same two young nuns cleared away the remains.